MUSED Literary Magazine.
Poetry

Harsh Winter for the Dogwood Tree and Me

Linda Leedy Schneider

Clusters of white flowers
only on the tips of its branches,
not the usual white cloud
that scattered confetti-like petals
in other springs.

I watch and know I am losing
clusters of memories,
the names to write on checks,
whole days, my old lovers’ names,
kinds of birds and flowers.
I once knew them all, but I do remember
the dogwood’s name and for her
next spring will be better.