Song – by M.J. Iuppa


Soon, our old crabapple
will flower, thick and snug,
a crown of fiery pink.

It will sing with bees.

One quick look at it
from the kitchen window
will lift morning’s fog.

A sight we can’t get out
of our eyes, even after
petals have fallen—leaving

a loose circle on the lawn.





M.J. Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. She is Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor at St. John Fisher College. Her third full length poetry collection Small Worlds Floating has just been published by Cherry Grove Collections, July, 2016.

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