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Sunshine through the squall

rainbow arching to the west –

pot of tea, steeping.

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Feral cat sleeping

in her bed outside the door –

steam rises from trees.

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© 2020  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Listening to Bach

Flute notes

like honey drops

fall into my tea

as I read the leaves

and know this day

will be sweet harmony.

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(c) 1991, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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Tea

 

He wakens her

with cinnamon,

stirs the waters

with his fire

and that which had gone still

is moved

and that which had gone silent

speaks

and what had been uncertain

rises steaming from her heart.

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(c) 1995, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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Flute notes

like honey drops

fall into my tea

as I read the leaves

and know this day

will be sweet harmony.

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(c) 1991, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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