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--Emily Isaacson

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       Earth Talks to her Creator

                            The Evolution of Covid

XII. Lover

The Silver Maple

has undersides like a fin,

flashing highlights in sable

despite various hues of green.

Against the dark,

there is light here,

pinpointing its various

luxury names.

Mountain Maple grows

into a subtle fall with

natural flair for existence

harvest hues in orange, in mist.

The wagon wheel in broken wood

with iron rims

has been here since the house was built,

and the wheel dating back to the 1800’s.


– Emily Isaacson, LITTOP (2022) 

A Thousand Years