Spring Break

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O vernal sun,

come sweeten the rain

as you plant your secrets

under thick moss —

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lend the forsythia

pots of gold

and warm the stones

that circle our garden —

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let poppies buzz

and sword ferns uncurl

as Earth becomes great

with tender.

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(c) 1994, 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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An old one, never published here… that I know of.  

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Wishing everyone in the northern hemisphere a beautiful Springtime!  🌷 

And to all of us – north, south, east, west – may love, wisdom and peace someday reign on this mixed up world of ours. 💚

 

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Promise

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Sunlight hugs our path

curling around each corner

leading with promise.

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(c) 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

(Photo by my son, Jason Judd)

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Wishing everyone a Happy Solstice,

a Merry Christmas,

a wonderful celebration of the season,

and fulfilled hopes for the New Year.  💚

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Piece of the Sun (for the Winter Solstice)

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At your center

lives a piece

of the sun

waiting since always

for stillness,

for a spark of desire

to fly inward,

to focus on a Self

larger than worlds.

Dwell there awhile

and the light

will follow you home.

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(c)  1982, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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Photo taken in 2013

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Virgo

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Sunlight shrinks away

behind the thin of poplar trees,

spiders throw red shadows

in the paths of tired bees,

spells of a waxing moon are cast

and dragonflies change speed

with just a touch of madness

as summer goes to seed.

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(c) 1993, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post from 2011 – revised)

.Photo by Ithalu Dominguez on Pexels.com

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Winter Solstice

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Underneath the frost it turns

hidden in a fog it churns

winter snaps its coiled whip

cracks the ice but holds its grip.

It wraps the trees in shiver beads

chews on shadows, spits out seeds

to grace the gardens flocked in sleep

waiting for that northward leap

of the wandering, prodigal sun.

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© 2014, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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Wishing everyone a gentle Winter’s Solstice

and a peaceful celebration of the holidays – the holy days –

whichever days are sacred to you. 

For in the end, each day is sacred and precious.  

 

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Rain (two Shadorma’s)

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There are times

love is a fine rain

misting down

all for naught

evaporating before

it can hit the ground

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but sometimes

love peels back the rain

exposing sun

sending heat

palpitations to the earth

handing us a rose.

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(c) 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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Shadorma November

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Daylight Saved

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She thought it was

the autumn sun

shining on the dogwood tree

but no

the leaves themselves

were flushed

defying the gray

with red-gold embers

self-lit in the gloom.

It was the spark

within the dead,

the nuances of yesterday,

the fire of life

banked against all odds.

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(c) 2010, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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(re-post, revised)

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