The wind whistles through
the trees like a piccolo,
and for a brief moment,
the music is sweet.
But then it disappears.
Where did it go?
In the darkening sky,
the storm descends.
A fierceness grows.
Clouds rush by
as quickly as sand runs
through an hourglass.
Life is short,
and death is long.
And I know that nothing lasts.
George Freek‘s poem “Enigmatic Variations” was recently nominated for Best of the Net. His poem “Night Thoughts” is also nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His collection “Melancholia” is published by Red Wolf Editions.