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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