Poem Written on a Spring Day (After Ou Yang Hsiu)


As apple blossoms fall
like grains of rice,
I see in the murky water
fish, swimming near
the surface. There’s purpose
in their meanderings,
but can’t say what it is.
Does spring stir the hearts
of fish and men alike?
Riddles without answers
are best forgotten.
I recall the fragrance
Of lilies and their color
and their color,
against a lowering sky,
like the purest cotton.
But I can’t tell you why.


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