A poem for today (written 11/4/22)

Red, yellow, purple,
against the background of green,
the flowers emerge to cheer me on this cool fall day
reminding me that Voltaire might have been right about cultivating,
The world turns into a place of despair, but not my garden.
The blooms remain optimistic, seeking to propagate, naively believing the earth will not change
so their seeds will sprout in the same soil as they,
with rain coming down as it used to, sun shining, air warm but not too hot,
ignorant of the predictions,
not unlike Republicans who think everything can remain Eden if they are only cruel enough,
or like the orthodox of any religion who want only to extirpate their foes,
proceed with their reign
Get the bees and the hummingbirds to bless them,
Forgetting they have poisoned them,
and made the air a blanket too thick.

The flowers remain innocent, waiting so hopefully for the pollinators, while removing what little CO2 they can,
but forgetting to cast their vote.