Nightfall in My Garden

(After Ou-yang Hsiu)

One year ago my wife was
a healthy vibrant woman.
Now she is dead.
I’ve also been ill.
It’s hard to look ahead.
When it comes, will I
be ready for death?
I watch the sun set,
as the moon rises.
Like blind men’s eyes,
distant stars are
barely shining. Yet
even in winter, the river
won’t stop flowing.
Budding leaves never end.
So I still write poems,
though no one is left
in my house to read them.

George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Belvidere, IL. His poetry has recently appeared in Chiron Review, The Big Windows Review, Torrid Literature Journal, and Adelaide Literary Magazine. His plays are published by Playscripts, Inc., Lazy Bee Scripts, and Off The Wall Plays.

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