When Spring Was New Poem by Bill Galvin

When Spring was new,
Every door was opening;
Every window clear;
Every hormone motioning;
Every love was dear;
Every risk worth taking;
Every hour so near;
Every breath exhilarating;
Every day no peer;
Every sky was bluer;
Every tree was greener;
Every truth was truer;
Every soul was cleaner;
Every cloud less gray;
Every rain more welcome;
Every game was play;
Every pain less seldom;
Every poem more meaning;
Every heart was lighter;
Every moon more beaming;
Every spirit brighter.

Then Life happens.

But to see many Springs is our gift;
No matter what changes they bring,
Or how you change with them.

And to go back there now… full circle…

Every Spring still new;
Every sun still shining;
Every sky gray or blue;
Every precious day refining;
Every landscape fulfilling;
Every woods walk so pleasing;
Every moon month's refilling;
Every friend worth squeezing.

Every season in Life's winding road-show,
Worth more than one could ever know.

4-23-2016