Wednesday, November 5, 2025

“Trimming Trees”

Wednesday, November 5, 2025, Poetry Day 5

Amy trimming tree branches

“Trimming Trees”

Trimming trees takes a Saturday
or two, maybe three
in mid-February, when snow
still falls, and frost clamors
for space on the dead grass

and fallen leaves that fell
late in November and early December.
Trimming trees should come early,
way before spring erupts,
when the limbs needing

trimmed contain as little sap
as possible, and the leaves
mostly decaying and scattered
around the trees, their limbs
bare and vulnerable.

Each snip cuts a branch,
each pull of the saw digs
deep into the tree’s flesh,
causing some pain, I suspect.
But it has to be done

to create more air flow
in the center and rid the tree
of extraneous branches and limbs
that only encumber the tree,
allowing it to grow and renew

similar to our own personal trimming
of the challenges from our lives
that seem to impede
our personal growth, knowing,
expecting growth and new development
 
will come into our lives
with each snip, causing some pain,
perhaps even great pain,
but we tell ourselves
it is worth it. It is worth it.

Anna Rose way up high

Joanne with a load of limbs



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