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Awaiting Spring (After Tu Fu)


A fat cloud is pierced 

by the last light. The moon

rises. Leaves fall

where dark shadows

sit like old men,

sipping cold tea. 

My garden lies

under winter snows,

but in my mind’s eye

I see daffodils

straining toward the sky,

and bees gathering nectar

where roses will rise.

I look at the graveyard,

buried in snow,

where your body lies.

George Freek's poetry has been published in numerous Journals and Reviews. His poem Enigmatic Variations is currently nominated for Best of the Net and his poem Night Thoughts is also nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His recent collection Melancholia is published by Red Wolf Editions. 

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