Tuesday, February 14, 2012

"The Second Spring"

That Spring the dew nourished us with fresh gentleness and endless hope     
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 together     
Our youthful promise dried and died under an endless summer’s heat     
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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