George Freek
November Has Arrived
I look at my unmade bed,
and gaze out my window.
The sun's rays are as sad
as children's lost fantasies.
A chilling breeze
stirs the few remaining leaves.
The moon, a ball of lead,
hangs in the sterile sky,
as silent as the dead.
The stars wander like blind things,
without thoughts or feelings,
lost in an infinite sky.
I feel an onrushing cold,
like abandoned debris
someone has tossed away,
at the side of the road,
as if it wished to leave,
but is forced to stay.
Bio
George Freek's poem "Enigmatic Variations" was recently nominated for Best of the Net. His poem "Night Thoughts" was also nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Thank you for giving my poems consideration.