I open my windows
to let in the spring air.
It seems overnight
birds have returned,
and flowers are suddenly there.
The sun rises
like a woman climbing
from her soft bed. Was it
like that the day we wed?
The wind is a harp,
singing in the trees.
I’ve invited friends
to drink some wine,
celebrating our anniversary,
as we did,
when you were alive.
While I wait, I watch
a cloud drifts away. It seems
like it had only arrived.

George Freek’s poem “Enigmatic Variations” is currently nominated for Best of the Net. His poem “Night Thoughts” is also nominated for a Pushcart Prize.