Workmen came to my favorite vegetable garden today. Big, brawny men with evil-looking machines.
They took down a stand of trees overlooking the garden. Strong, healthy, beautiful trees with long, happy lives ahead of them.
I wept.
trees fall haiku
tall trees shadow dance
do-si-do with tomatoes
knowing not what comes
heat's sultry shimmer
chainsaw buzz hangs in the air
the harvest begins
leaves shiver and quake
scream of metal against wood
they splinter, fall, die