Anime

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Clouds morphing,

chasing through the sky

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storming in a buffalo,

scooting off a lamb –

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shifty creatures

drawn by the wind.

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©  1982, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Revised from a 1982 poem.)

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Reciprocation

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I would be the tide

that moves your sea

as waves of you

go breaking through my soul,

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and you – the gust of wind

that plays my flute

would hear my drumming

in the ocean’s roll.

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(c) 1995, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post from 2015)

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A Toast

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It changes fast

that marbled sky

from sheets of paste

to curds of gray

and thin blue belts

with heads of steel

connected

by chain lightning.

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Clouds turn glassy

shadows break

we hasten through

the cracking storm

but pause to lift

our empty cups

to catch the rain

and raise a toast

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to the wild wind’s

un-leafing

of the fall.

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© 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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(re-post, revised)

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Rush Hour

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From dark, wet lawns

fallen leaves flee

to the gutters,

the streets

spinning cinnamon orange

until giddy, they tumble

in sun-dried whorls

to catch the next storm

out of town.

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(c) 1999, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post)

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Loss of Power

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The lights blow out

and the room grows

starkly quiet

in the dark

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except for the drip

drip

dripping

of a faucet and

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those thoughts

she had ignored

now howling

like the wild

of the wind.

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©  2015, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Out of Season

 

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They say it’s coming

strong winds

unusual for June.

Large trees bursting

with foliage

are at risk.

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They say his heart

was enlarged

(with generosity)

at risk

for a death

out of season.

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Tomorrow when the storm hits

I will go outside

and stand among the trees.

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© 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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One Stormy Night

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(Just for fun 🙂 )

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Said Lightning to the thunder:

I am in charge of you!

You haven’t any color

but I’m electric blue.

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Said Thunder to the lightning:

I’m the one you hear.

You’re just a random fork of light

but I inspire fear.

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Said Lightning to the thunder:

I turn night into day,

I’ll wave my whip and sheet the sky

while you just roll away.

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Said Thunder to the lightning,

‘tis I that moves the air.

You’re just a ziggy-zaggy flash

but I give earth a scare.

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Said Lightning to the thunder:

watch me, I’ll make a flame

by striking every target

while your rumble has no aim.

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And from the ground rose Fire

writhing towards the sky:

I am master here now,

both of you can say goodbye.

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Then just in time came Rain, who cried:

this land is all my own.         

I’m putting out your careless fire

now go – leave Earth alone.

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And still they argued back and forth

till Wind came out to play.

He laughed and roared with wild delight

and blew the storm away.

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© 2013, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(re-posted from 2013 – a children’s poem, for grown-ups too.)

 

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Once Upon a Storm

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(from 1993)

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When morning woke in silence

and you heard naught but a prayer,

when the earth was scented misty

came a tightness in the air.

And soon the winds were hammering

from sea and onto land

giving chase to charcoal rain

and knocking down what couldn’t stand

the battering and the beating

and the gusting of the gale

as steeples fell, and great old trees

splintered in its trail.

By evening the tempest waned…

the storm released the air…

and as darkness draped the silence

you could hear naught but a prayer.

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(c) 1993, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright

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(We’re in the midst of very stormy, roaring weather in the Pacific NW – hoping to get this posted before the power goes out.)

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Reciprocation – 2015 posting

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I would be the tide

that moves your sea

as waves of you

go breaking through my soul,

and you – the gust of wind

that plays my flute

would hear my drumming

in the ocean’s roll.

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(c) 1995, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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Haiku #71 – After the Storm

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Fierce clouds blow apart

setting sun calls it a day

storm fades into pink.

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(c) 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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(photo 11-6-2014)

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