Death of a Pine
The pine—at one moment seen as
an inexhaustible life force—was
in the next moment seen shedding
its needles, bark and any sense
of evergreen health.
It had seemed to be a tower of
strength against an ever-increasing
drought in a land which—in better
times—had seen heavy rains with
abundant wild flowers and water
The pine, now rotted within, was
felled on a day of searing heat,
and was replaced by an awkward
rock garden, a brick path, in a dusty
field crowned by a red western sky.