In the new terrible territory of a pandemic,
in which none of us had the tools to navigate,
we look for something familiar for comfort,
something that reminds us of the before days,
before the world was flipped upside down
and unfamiliar, novel things became our parlance and lived stories.
Mother Earth is the thing,
She is the thing that has stayed our hearts in the deep anxiety,
She has changed seasons to remind us of what doesn’t change in a pandemic,
She has remained constant.
Now she brings autumn with a cool Labor Day weekend,
and will soon be create gorgeous natural oranges, reds, and yellows,
a fire of autumn that can’t help but bring the comfort of