Bill Galvin Poems
|323.||Moon So Full||10/1/2015|
|324.||A Fall Day In North Country||10/13/2015|
|325.||To An Old Buddy||8/2/2017|
|326.||Reunion Number One||3/10/2015|
|329.||(haiku) Moon Over July||7/19/2016|
|332.||One In A Thousand||10/27/2016|
|333.||Just A Good Night||2/27/2015|
|334.||Close To Acceptance||2/15/2015|
|336.||To Our Unparted Spirits||5/27/2015|
|337.||And I Like That||9/23/2015|
|338.||Words Cannot Express||12/31/2014|
|339.||Around The Pond||11/12/2015|
|340.||Gusts Over Fifty||1/12/2017|
|341.||Reflections On A Moon||3/3/2015|
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, ...
To An Old Buddy
Thought of you recently, Ron… the old times,
The hipper ways of our younger days,
Back in the late 60s, early 70s…
That was a few months ago, I wondered where you ended up,
During long moments of retrospection,
Of an old memory's jigsaw puzzle recollection.
You had gone to Colorado way, way back,
And we both knew why we had to go our separate ways.