Morning Grief Poem by Barry Middleton
Morning Grief
the woods are dark and magical
the meadows damp with dew
but still the hills cry emptiness
beneath the awesome blue
for nothing in the wondrous world
is worth a single dime
without a love to share its grace
and mark the passing time
the sun arises in the east
a glow transforms the trees
a tear falls from a trembling leaf
awakened by the breeze
Nice work, yes indeed..without someone to share it seems that life's beauty is a cause for grief, really good work
Nature's muse, beautifully knitted to a rhythmic poem. Thank you for sharing. X
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5/5/2024 10:00:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So beautifully written. There's always a morning after darkness. Things look blank n empty often but love colors our life n make it worth living. Awesome imagery. A journey from dark to light depicted well.10 for sure.
Love is all that matters. Without it the beauty in the world means little. Thanks as always.