And poignancy

For three years I’ve not seen the apple tree
Although it must be there, I cannot look.
It’s full of blossom in its industry

My heart  has faltered,  memories besiege
I cannot escape into  my  books
For three years I’ve not seen the apple tree

I might pray for life  or be deceived
By guests who want to sample what I cook
It’s full of butter, cream  and poignancy

When will my watch be over, when my plea?
I hate to read the papers.see the crooks
This year I shall  see my apple tree

Can I  be consoled in my deep grief
In meadows full of poppies and corn stooks?
Apple blossom  shows the trees’ belief

When he died,  the pillars  marble shook
We bent down and kissed the Holy Book
For three years I’ve not seen the apple tree
Eve is  weeping  in deep mystery