Maimed

The grey skies touched the ground all around obscuring the mountains. Saplings alongside the road exposed their bare naked white hearts to the world and to the elements. Would they survive the maiming? the sacrifice of limb and branch for the sake of electric line maintenance?

January's over. February will soon give way to spring. Life will again burst forth--for some. Others won't survive the long hard winter.

Sometimes I feel maimed as I struggle to run with pneumonia and bronchitis scarred lungs. Sometimes I wonder how long I'll survive.

Oh trees, oh trees, please survive and thrive.