The Seam

The cloud that most resembles silver hair,
combed by the Autumn wind across the sky,
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Just a sip

This poem from the site INFINITEZIP is one of the best poems I’ve read in a blog. And there are more when that came from. Check it out.

Peace, Love and Patchouli

We float amongst the beautiful things
watching the ripples move out from our lives
absorbed in the depths
of another’s soul of words,
we long for that beauty
to call our own.
We linger in our reflections,
distortion of thought marring our view
as waves crash over in the dark
we lose sight of the moon for but a moment
then remember with the light
of a distant star
we are who we are.
Standing in the shallows
we dig our toes down in the unseen,
lingering on edges and softness
we free ourselves from the silt
shaking it off
we cleanse our images in the cool water,
we sip just a bit
to remember the taste
of our life blood
coursing through unencumbered,
we dye the sky
with our worth.
Knowing as we depart
still finding solid ground,
we were always enough.
For we are what lies within,
unseen…

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Autumn (for Dad – 1915-1997)

Anyone unfamiliar with Betty Hayes Albright’s site Seasonings is missing consistently wonderful poetry, beautifully-crafted yet seemingly spontaneous…see for yourself!

Seasonings

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It was a long, silent fall

into the days

where “Dad” was spoken

in past tense.

He was tall

like autumn shadows

and he made us laugh

like the dancing, crackled leaves

around our feet.

And he would fast remind us

that trees return

to green

in this orbit’s gentle whirling

when spring gives back again.

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(C) 1997, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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9.13.56 Abe Hayes

Dad and me 1955 1955 – Deception Pass, Whidbey Island, Washington State

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(A tribute to my dad, who passed away twenty years ago this month.

My apologies to those who have read it previously.)

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