Poem Written in Early Spring

Submitted by George Freek

(After Tu Fu)

In the clear water I can see
the fish, swimming near
the surface. There’s purpose
in their meanderings,
but I can’t say what it is.
Apple blossoms fall
like grains of rice.
Perhaps spring stirs the hearts
of fish and men alike.
But my hair is now white.
Some things are best
forgotten. I do remember
the fragrance of roses
and their color
against the lowering sky,
like the purest cotton.

Painting Credit: Louis Aston Knight, “Spring Blossoms along a Meandering River”


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Brian Geiger | Editor of Vita Brevis

Brian is a freelance writer and the editor of Vita Brevis.

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