Even in the most unlikely
Of times and places,
Even as smoky air again us surrounds.
Once again a day requiring
Double masks on all faces,
When simply walking and breathing
Become infinitely more difficult tasks.
But what a “breath of fresh air” it is to see
A bounty of colors up above in the trees.
A welcome contrast to the burnt haze above
And the devastation below that
Through everything seemingly seethes.
A reminder that abundance still abounds,
If we are willing to look up
Every now and then to let in
Nature’s magic and whimsy
To help us turn upside down
Our world-wearied frowns.