Even in Dark Times.

 The yellow trees let their leaves down
around three brown girls.
Grass, still green, receives their high heels.
Beneath sky and above ground
they sport themselves
in head-to-toe red
short off-the-shoulder blue
and flowers that burst from a small waist
over nature s bounty.
The rim of the lake perfects their poses and
sun limns haloes of hair they fluff and flip
as they prance for each smartphone
recording what joy fall weather can be
in the spirit body
of unmurdered girls
so black and lit.