Deconstruction Zone March 15, 2010

Desolate.

Desperate as silent hulking machines
left to stare in shock and disbelief
at the destructive scene.

Massive piles of turned up earth
red and bloody
with roots exposed and shredded trunks
of mangled trees.

Unable to move, wondering
just what have they done
would it have turned out differently
if only someone
had been behind the wheel

Instead of me.

The Beginning of Winter December 21, 2009

I open my eyes
And the first I see
Is the greyest sky
And black barren trees.

So cold and desolate
I wonder, desperate
Are they really just dormant
Life strong, deep inside?

Or actually dead
Empty and dry.