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
Wonderful writing Barry Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Scenes experienced wonderfully described.Undermined one sees the marvel to be a sensitive human being.