George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Illinois. His poetry has recently appeared in The Missing Slate, Hamilton Stone Review, The Burning Word, The Oklahoma Review, Bone Parade, The Tower Journal, and The Poydras Review.

Poem on a Norwegian Theme
By George Freek

The willows are crones
with long shaggy hair,
sipping tea with the dead,
who’ve arrived recently.

The grass piles up
like a field of hay.
Nothing holds it back
Nothing keeps it away.

I find my mother’s grave
in the shade of a tree,
a tree whose shadow
will soon cover me.

I watch the sun sink.
I put flowers on the grave.
I sink to my knees.
The sky is an endless sea.