October 23, 2015

Harvest


The chipper out front
has worked hard this year,
chewing up cuttings
from shrubs and trees,
made us all uneasy
with its grinding roar.
Everyone says,
it's for the best,
every house here is overgrown.
We sacrifice life for order,
conceding some growth
is merely ornamental,
needs thinning out,
like us, in the fall.
So now, we're all
trimmed back,
everything processed
and hauled away,
we're driven ever more deeply
into each other's arms,
whispering nothing here
lasts forever,
we've done what we could
without doing harm.