An icy wind cracks the frozen trees.
as icicles fall from the eaves
like rapier blades
I don’t comb my hair,
or shave my beard.
The face in the mirror
is a stranger to me.
The moon and the stars
like the distant mountains
look safe in their
far-off world,
but they reveal scars,
and are also fragile at best.

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.