Harsh Winter for the Dogwood Tree and Me
Linda Leedy SchneiderClusters 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.
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