Bill Galvin

Gold Star - 12,979 Points (1911 / Boston, MA)

Bill Galvin Poems

321. Return To Town 6/16/2015
322. Pacing Myself 6/20/2015
323. Keystone 7/31/2015
324. (senryu) Crickets, Too 7/13/2016
325. Gold Becomes Bronze 9/16/2016
326. (tanka-3) On A Trail Of Time 9/20/2016
327. My Bird Sings 5/25/2016
328. Time Unmeshed 4/28/2016
329. (senryu-4) May 7th Once More 5/7/2016
330. Stolen Kisses 5/10/2016
331. Grandma's Words 4/21/2016
332. (haiku) Calm 3/13/2016
333. Moon So Full 10/1/2015
334. A Fall Day In North Country 10/13/2015
335. Reunion Number One 3/10/2015
336. Another Day 4/21/2015
337. Neighbors 7/18/2016
338. (haiku) Moon Over July 7/19/2016
339. Firefly 8/2/2017
340. One In A Thousand 10/27/2016
341. Bar Princess 2/29/2016
342. Just A Good Night 2/27/2015
343. Close To Acceptance 2/15/2015
344. Traveling Companion 12/31/2014
345. To Our Unparted Spirits 5/27/2015
346. And I Like That 9/23/2015
347. Words Cannot Express 12/31/2014
348. Around The Pond 11/12/2015
349. Gusts Over Fifty 1/12/2017
350. Reflections On A Moon 3/3/2015

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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, ...

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Traveling Companion

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.

The sound of the tea water boiling on our stovetop;
The comfort of the warm aura of the home we crafted together.

The warmth that is love and family and acceptance;

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