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Storage issues

Images of distant snowmen
long melted and gone
haunt my eyes.
The heat of other summers
warms my skin
as my feet try to kick through
thirty year old fallen leaves.
It seems my memories are filling my senses.
Is this what is means to grow old?
I have many years yet to go
much more time to forge more memories.
This storage crisis needs to end.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

 

Coming of Age

Another great poem from Betty, and time I shared one with you…

Seasonings

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He says she’s over the hill,

that she’s dancing

with entropy

toward the valley below

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but she hears the call

of flickers, and the chitter

of squirrels,

and she sees ahead

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lush meadows, tall trees,

and moss-covered stones

on the path

by a sapphire river.

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There, she’ll follow the scent

of her own deep roots

to a range of mountains,

their tops hidden

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in the subtleties he missed

between the lines

on her face

when e’er she smiled.

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(c)  2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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