Death Of Her Spruce Tree View

A Free Verse Poem

Death Of Her Spruce Tree View | Free Verse Poem | by Barb Ann Johnson | Photo Courtesy of Pixabay

It happened fast — without notice

The men came

The big CAT came next

Then a few more trucks

Tractors

Other unnamed rigs arrived

They all converged on the land

Near the bluff

Outside her window

She watched

Still in denial

The trees were sick

One by one

They had succumbed to

The beetle

A army of beetles

No hope

Too late

For fixes for them

The first tree was dug up

Then another

Then another

Then another

The next day

Unexpected flurries

Light snowfall, a warning

Two more trees dug up

Six more trees

Then overnight,

Two dozen

And then