my tree is coming down
as I type this
chippers
saws
a humungous truck
orange hard hatted men
flashing lights
the quiet of the morning
filled with raw sounds
it is as if a friend has died
and is being taken away
for 30 years
this tree has sheltered my front window
and robins
and cardinals
and nuthatches
and chickadees
and squirrels
and within moments
it will be no more
down to the ground
roots pulled
as if it never was
too much coming down in my life
too fast
transition
is
tough
1 comment:
Oh! I am so sorry. This is a real loss. I'm at least glad it is not the one in the backyard that I too have been a beneficiary of.
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