Bill Galvin

Gold Star - 12,884 Points (1911 / Boston, MA)

Bill Galvin Poems

81. Bridge Of Time And Spirit 7/25/2015
82. Reunion At Acadia 7/26/2015
83. Big Bright Blue Moon 7/30/2015
84. Mixed Messages 6/23/2015
85. Senior Sitting 6/24/2015
86. I Cried For John Keats And My Love 6/27/2015
87. Dave Brubeck’s Take Five 6/27/2015
88. Lavender And Sage 6/28/2015
89. Work Of Angels 8/3/2015
90. Peace Garden 8/9/2015
91. Family Ties 8/11/2015
92. Six Months Today 8/11/2015
93. Snags 8/14/2015
94. At A Shore Line 9/1/2015
95. A Scene On The Bay Of Fundy 9/2/2015
96. End Of This Road 9/6/2015
97. Water Seeks Its Own Level 9/6/2015
98. Sharing A Night Sky 9/11/2015
99. Harbinger 9/14/2015
100. Some Places, Some Times 9/15/2015
101. Je Ne Sais Quoi 9/18/2015
102. Sleepers, Seekers, Or Dancers 8/24/2015
103. For Patricia 9/26/2015
104. Adams Farm 10/1/2015
105. Mellow Morning Meetings 10/6/2015
106. An October Woods Walk 10/31/2015
107. Song For The Morrow 11/30/2015
108. Sisters Singing 12/3/2015
109. A Dormant Seed 12/6/2015
110. Lone Holiday 12/18/2015
111. (haiku) First Flakes 1/7/2016
112. Slowed 2/3/2016
113. Roads Are Closed 2/6/2016
114. Walking Stick 2/8/2016
115. First, And Foremost 2/15/2016
116. We Lay You Down To Sleep 2/16/2016
117. (haiku) Full Once Again 2/21/2016
118. November, Not So Much 11/16/2015
119. (haiku) The Yogi 2/22/2016
120. Kir 2/22/2016

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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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There Will Come A Time

She'll never see these blooms again;
One last summer before she goes away.

We'll never walk this way again;
Down the drive or in the flowered yard
To admire the plantings of past repaid.

She'll not watch the seasons change again,
When leaves are down and lawns are brown;

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