Bill Galvin

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A bright, clear and cold night…
The near full moon setting low in the winter sky,
Illuminating the bare tree branches;
Casting ghostlike shadows on the snow;

The wandering gusts of winter wind
Repeat and follow and reply
And flow over the tops of the forest
Of this dark night's bare branches,

Does this feel good or what?

Good to be back in these Acadian hills,
Touching these granite rocks once again…

A slow turn of her head away from me,
Her eyes gazing at nothing in particular.
She turns back and with a brave face says,
'This may be something really bad.'

To Our Unparted Spirits…

Do you remember those first few years?
Every day was so bright and new?

A cute little chickadee
Flits to my back deck here,
As I sit, quietly sipping a beer.
She pecks at tiny, seedy morsels I can’t even see;

The sight of the dawn light peering through the trees of our back lot;
The chirps of the chickadees yearning for spring outside our windows;
The appearance of first buds poking their way to the sun;
The freshening aromas of our flowers and grasses as they reawaken.

My love, my wife…
Home now for so many months…
Laboring with a slowly diminishing Life-force
Since insidious ALS began its treacherous scheme

Each night I climb the stairs to our bedroom.
En route, I pass by the room you left this world from.
I pause and say “Good night, Honey Pie; sweet dreams.”
Just like in real life, before you got so sick.

"I don't go out anymore, " she said, matter-of-factly,
When quizzed by the new boys on the other side of the bar.
She's got the look; got that well put-together appeal…
They just had to ask.

My bird is up and singing at 4am.

Long before the sun, my bird has arisen…
His song heard from the high trees across the way.

My neighbors used to be far away in the woods.
I liked it that way. So did they.

Like Robert Frost wrote in "Mending Wall",

Full Buck Moon is here;
Native American named…
New antlers appear.

A man can watch a thousand sunsets;
Live under a thousand full moons;
A man can hold a thousand secrets;
Love on a thousand days of Mays and Junes.

Another day breaks;
Another cup of coffee
Stares back at me
From a “Table for one, please”.

The firefly blinks, and blinks again,
Against dark shadows of night
On a perpetual search
On an invisible flight,

I situate locks of Deb’s hair in her favorite places.

Hunting Island State Park Beach,
Beaufort, South Carolina, Noon, March 10,2015

The night was restless, ,
4 am and butterfly thoughts are flitting about,
With no two resolving together; not one complete.

I walk these days…

Sometimes in the local forest
On familiar trails

Had to get off this island of self exile,
For to find myself someplace else to be.
Had to change the horizons,
Before it all got the best of me.

Bill Galvin Biography

" Timestamps and Timepieces" - 2018 - " Reflections on a Moon" -2016- " Musings and Reflections" -2017- " Ripples" (Haiku, etc.) -2017-

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Reflections On A Moon

A bright, clear and cold night…
The near full moon setting low in the winter sky,
Illuminating the bare tree branches;
Casting ghostlike shadows on the snow;
Ghostly arms and fingers stretching around the yard.
At three in the morning
I am looking out the window of an empty room;
An empty room in a lonely house.
A house made quiet with your passing.

A silent moon sets on a quiet night.

A long, soulful and loving relationship…
With many moons, full and not so full,
Passing silently overhead;
Casting mysterious light down to us.
Some seen, some missed, some ignored;
Some we danced under, some we sang to.
Some we loved under…
Some we expressed our love under.

I remember the date… you told me recently…
September 8,1972.

Forty-two years is a lot of moonlight.

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