I consider the Japanese cherry tree in my yard, that it may not bloom again, that the sudden burst of flowers witnessed spring after spring may not appear, that I’ve noticed no buds this April and fungi grow white on its limbs. I know though birds may sing from the branches, they will be the saddest of songs. (note: This poem was previously published in “Blueline.”) ///// Matthew J. Spireng is a frequent contributor to Lightwood. You can read addition poems by him and a review of one of his books by scrolling to our Search button and entering his name. ///// Matthew J. Spireng’s 2019 Sinclair Poetry Prize-winning book Good Work was published in 2020 by Evening Street Press. An 11-time Pushcart Prize nominee, he is the author of two other full-length poetry books, What Focus Is and Out of Body, winner of the 2004 Bluestem Poetry Award, and five chapbooks. He was the winner of The MacGuffin’s 23rd Annual Poet Hunt Contest in 2018 and the 2015 Common Ground Review poetry contest. Website: matthewjspireng.com.

Love the poem and it captures the feeling of losing her . . .what a magnificent poet she was! Gorgeous work and Kenyon would approve!
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The title pulls this all together, sweet sadness.
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