Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged grief, loss, Love, poem, Poetry, sea, sorrow, spirituality, tears, wildflowers on March 4, 2018| 68 Comments »
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Grief does not tip-toe
it comes
on lead feet
leaving deep prints
in the earth
to collect our tears
and send them over-flowing
to the stream
that joins all sorrow
winding to the sea.
And in the walk-about
where we are left to keen
wildflowers bloom around
the weeping willow tree.
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© 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged flowers, Gaia, labels, names, nature, poem, Poetry, summer, wildflowers on June 24, 2015| 15 Comments »
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If these flowers
have a name
I don’t want to know.
Label not
my wild ones,
just let me watch them grow.
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(c) 2015 Betty Hayes Albright
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(photo taken yesterday)
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged dreams, Love, Mayberrie', passion, Poetry, river, Trees, wildflowers on May 17, 2012| 27 Comments »
(a Mayberrie poem)
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The light was getting low
as she hurried past the river
but wildflowers made her stop,
their colors painting up
the sloping banks.
She picked a dozen blossoms
to spread around her pillow
and in the dusk
their petals glowed
like the setting sun
as it fired up the trees.
And so she finally slept
that night,
sending him her dreams.
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He camped downstream
a hundred days away
where the river roared
through deep-sculpted stone.
His men saluted, headed south
and he prepared to follow
but a flash of colors
made him pause –
wildflowers were tumbling
in the river’s froth
and as the dawning sun
was shining through the trees
a dozen blossoms splashed the banks
and landed at his feet.
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© 2012, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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