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Sun gives it all up
for lavender and yellow;
tree launches the moon.
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© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Photo taken by my son, Jason Judd)
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged haiku, moon, poem, Poetry, reflection, sun, sunset, Tree on February 10, 2017| 5 Comments »
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Sun gives it all up
for lavender and yellow;
tree launches the moon.
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© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Photo taken by my son, Jason Judd)
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged generosity, haiku, nature, poem, Poetry, spirituality, sun, transformation, Tree, wood on October 4, 2014| 5 Comments »
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Split wood glows at dusk
releasing its inner sun
giving to the end.
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© 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Fuzzy photo taken Sept. 2014 – gotta get a new camera. Or a new photographer.)
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged ascension, cedar, communion, haiku, nature, poem, poet, Tree on May 7, 2013| 8 Comments »
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Melt into its bark –
each loved tree will fold you in,
lift you to the sky.
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(c) 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
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Thanks to everyone who reads my blog, and for your kind comments.
I’ll continue to be scarce for a little while as we are selling our house, packing, cleaning, lamenting…. Hoping to take my elm trees with me.
Will still try to post and read blogs now and then – looking forward to the day when things get back to “normal”!
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged dance, flower, nature, Poetry, summer, symbiotic, tanka, Tree, wind on June 17, 2012| 26 Comments »
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Summer’s wind blows hard,
maple seedling, pink phlox lean
hold each other up
wrap around each other’s stem –
nature’s symbiotic hug.
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(c) 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged growth, Poetry, seeds, song, spirituality, spring, Tree, words on April 7, 2012| 44 Comments »
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Music rises from her garden,
goes off key
and disappears
into the sky.
Curious, she digs
with her bare hands
past dead roots
and rotting leaves
into birthing soil.
And there she feels a rhythm
pounding in the earth,
and the rise
of sacred humming
in her ears.
She drops a seed
into the hole
and out sprouts a melody
that grows into a tree.
Wind sings in its branches
and for the first time
in her life
she understands the words.
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© 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged elm, freedom, ivy, Love, passion, poeltry, poem, spirituality, Tree, voice on September 28, 2011| 4 Comments »
Her roots are coiled
in rock-bound earth
but her dreams curl up
the mossy trunk
of an old elm tree.
Higher, yet higher
they weave through branches
seeking more sun
till finally one dawn
they burst from containment
calling the name
of a lover in flight
on the edges
of all that can be.
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(c) 1996, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright