Bill Galvin Poems
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, ...
Blueberries In The Wild
My nana shared those first lessons with me
About the value of those gifts that Nature presents us.
There was one huge wild high-bush blueberry
Which sat at the edge of coastal forest and salt marsh;
And numerous low-bush berries
Scattered around the cape cottage my grandfather built;
We gathered them for her delicious pies and pancakes.
Since then I have always been seeking remote wild blues,