my woodland garden
of calming greens, creams, and white
has become burnt lands
burnt lands, prized hosta’s
are fading in noon day sun,
turtle heads struggle
struggle to maintain
their young stalks reaching upwards
when the shade is lost
is lost with absence
of decades old trees shelter
allowing their growth
their growth protected,
loved and nurtured over years
my heart aches with loss
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