deseased trees...

a fog coiled spiral-like I'm surprised
fluffy boas draped around
my mountain disguised
and a late afternoon sun
finally burned it away
what's this I see
behind focus fixed on outcomes of the day
a pimple
a blemish
a stain on the northwest slope
what possibly could it be
something simple
a terroir dimple
neither muscle bound or femish
I fear the worst in ways of hope
the trees were felled
now tears overflow once welled
a clear cut strut performed with precision
mindless monopolies existing without vision
carved away a chunk of bliss
something more for me to miss.