winter becomes my sole refuge –
from the first sunny spring day
to the last rainless day of autumn
I hide behind drawn blinds, blast k-pop
drowning out the shriek of chainsaws
the crack and snap of falling trees
and pray apologies to the murdered land
Only Fragments 
I needed one more gut-punch today. ;-) You can’t throw a rock here without hitting a logging truck. I feel this.
Same here. In my town we keep losing land to expensive housing developments, shopping centers, and sports complexes we don’t want.