A Bleak Day In November

Leaves raked in a pile,
Kids rolling on the ground,
Laughing all the while,
The sun is setting down.

Fires at the farm,
Dirt bikes on the trail,
Safe from all alarm,
No fear that we might fail.

Lying in our beds,
Singing every song we knew,
We left no words unsaid,
Until sleep would pull us to.

A bleak day in November,
The day my world stood still,
Now I’ll always remember,
The hole you’ve left to fill.

Leaves scattered on the ground,
Waiting to be raked,
And such a thunderous sound,
The lonesome silence makes.

-For Gray, one year gone.

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