C/older

There aren’t so many rowan trees
In our neighborhood
As there were a few years ago.

The one in our yard
Was cut down
Because the berries made a mess.

I didn’t even know
It was a Rowan
Until it was gone.

I didn’t love it,
Didn’t miss it,
Until I found out its name
Too late

And its orange berries
No longer
Popped color
Against the snow.