Euginia Liapich Poet Sonnet

Last Night I Dreamt

Last night I dreamt
Of mountain trees that ail
The needle rusted red
For beetle bark has ate

For global warming so
Causing the trees to dry
Rising in altitude though
There’s little room beyond

So pine beetles devour 
Create their home in trees
While slicing lives for hour 
Thus only stumps appear

Foreshadow mountain after years
All trees are gone and hill side bare

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