Thoughts on Another Spring – a poem by George Freek

Thoughts on Another Spring (After Tu Fu)  

It’s April. Everything is
reborn, but nature
is against me. Wherever
I look, I feel scorn.
Flowers hang their heads.
Birds scream at me.
Squirrels scatter, as if
they wish I were dead.
Alone, I drink wine.
It’s natural to grow old,
but on this spring night,
it seems like a crime.
But from the lake,
I have to laugh,
hearing the mocking cry 
of an unseen loon.

George Freek‘s poetry has appeared in numerous Journals and Reviews. His poem “Written At Blue Lake” was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

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