Autumn's Falling Contentment

New England's post election trees shed a few teary waving leaves. Morning sky tries to shine resilience yet lingers in ominous grey overcast of silent waiting through despair. In Michigan and Wisconsin and Pennsylvania tens of thousands of mothers who cherish their daughters are beating themselves up about yesterday; longing for a do-over to avoid confidence in false predictions of safely voting their libertarian ecoconsciousness, or too quietly staying home to rake falling fertile leaves. Failing leaves feel their personal mortality, too old, over-extended, to survive another bitter winter of expatriation while maternal nurturing root systems survive through hibernation, deeply embedding in Earth's nutritional compost of yeasty faith, waiting for another Advent ecopolitical Season. Not a branch, not even a twig stirs from frosty lethargy wondering Why? Why would we decide slavery must be illegal because immoral yet sexual and capital and incorporated predation remains legally and morally ambiguous, as if wealth of male supremacist nobility were God's full harvest of regenerative moral gifts, excusing by betraying grace this fortunate entitlement of LeftBrain enduring cockiness to welcome winter's misery, Earth's hiatus from integrally nurturing ecology. Hiding even the sun's radiant morning glory from disunited piles of leaving ballots already preparing to fertilize richer soils in four more autumnal climate years.