Friday, October 28, 2011

“The Second Spring”

That Spring the dew nourished us with fresh gentleness and endless   
The world sharpened into polarized crispness with infinite scope   
With loneliness, I strolled in an open meadow of wild flowers   
Always longing for some answers as I strolled away the hours   
I fell in love with the troubadour singing ballads and love songs   
The youth of tawny hair, sinewy muscle—a heart true and strong   
The artist stroking bold vibrant colors on a pristine canvas   
The man embracing the possibilities of our love’s success   
Moving from son to lover to father, he grew in each season   
He donned robes of responsibility with capable reason   
From sun to moon and moon to sun, our lifelines entwined forever   
Through time’s heartbreaks and new challenges, we always stood 
Our youthful promise dried and died under an endless summer’s 
Together we survived the long drought that led to other’s defeat   
And now we enter the Second Spring where azaleas bloom all year   
Paintbrushes, bluebonnets, and thistles blanket meadows both far        
     and near
In the Second Spring love flows strong, and it sings in notes pure 
     and true   
It flourishes and grows in bountiful joy that’s forever new   

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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