Poem for a Tuesday in May

 I scanned the cover of this May 1950 New Hampshire Troubadour several years ago and have often used it in May blog posts.  Recently I was dusting the table where my small personal collection of New Hampshire Troubadours is displayed.  I like to keep the current month's issue on top, and when I picked up May 1950 to move it into place,  I smiled, thinking about the apple blossoms that are again filling up the view from our bedroom's dormer window.  I wondered if perhaps I might post something else from this little magazine.

  I  turned the issue over and this is the back cover:

I thought I would share the poem from the back cover today, though I vaguely recalled having written about it before.  Upon searching my blog, I found that indeed I had posted this poem previously, in 2015.  But I'm not even sure anyone read it, as there were no comments.  I decided to share it again, and I hope no one minds.  

It is a short poem titled "Voyager Returned" and the poet is Barbara Terry Grimes.

Voyager Returned

The stillness of Spring Twilight in New Hampshire
awakes emotion deep within my heart.
Though other Springs in other lands held beauty,
still here I have my roots and knew my start.

The stillness of Spring Twilight in New Hampshire
awakes remembrance known and loved before.
My travels never could too firmly hold me; 
This is my home, my own familiar shore.
 ~ Barbara Terry Grimes

I thought this was such a lovely poem, though realistically, twilight in spring here is not particularly still.  One may hear the whining of mosquitoes and black flies along with the peeping and croaking of frogs, and the sound of rushing water as snowmelt tumbles down seasonal waterfalls and into little rapidly-moving brooks.  However, the poem and the thought behind it are both beautiful!