A Time To Grieve
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Barry Middleton
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the autumn is a time to grieve
the year is well past middle age
and I can see my resting place
the final sunset waits for me
the colors of the leaves recall
the childhood valley of my home
the times and memories left behind
that I will never see again
the fall was filled with earthen tones
the creek with gems of polished stones
in brown and burgundy and orange
the maple reds and ghostly quartz
I often roamed into those hills
my favorite time was after rain
for then the world was carpeted
to not betray my secret path
if I could go there even now
I could escape but for a while
as I did then to hide from pain
in valley woodlands after rain
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