A SPRING STORM (After Mei Yao Chen) by George Freek

The spring floods have arrived.
The river is swollen,
by the rushing tide.
Boats now move up and down.
Only last week,
they were frozen to the shore.
Now spring stirs thoughts
of new beginnings.
Flowers will come again.
In the warm spring rain,
I momentarily forget winter.
I forget I’m fifty-six.
But night brings a chill.
The stars are far away.
And when the moon’s rays
break through the clouds,
they shine on my wife’s grave.

George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Belvidere, IL. His poetry has recently appeared in ‘Off Course’; ‘Carcinogenic Poetry’; ‘The Ottawa Review of the Arts’; and ‘The Sentinel Literature Quarterly’. His plays are published by Playscripts, Inc.; Lazy Bee Scripts; and Off The Wall Plays.