Waverly Fitzgerald of School of the Seasons musing on living in season.
Well, maybe it needs a bit more of brown.
I like the decay and the brokenness.
I find autumn leaves so precious and beautiful. Like you, I found one on the street and picked it up. It's sitting on the desk in my office at work. The leaf has dried out and crinkled, but still retains some of the brillant colors I saw when it was fresh and wet.Recently a friend of mine suffered a very serious loss in her family. I was reminded of a poem by Nancy Wood about the autum leaves:You shall askWhat good are dead leavesAnd I will tell youThey nourish the sore earth.You shall askWhat reason is there for winterAnd I will tell youTo bring about new leaves.You shall askWhy are the leaves so greenAnd I will tell youBecause they are rich with life.You shall askWhy must summer endAnd I will tell youSo that the leaves can die.There is something very powerful about the color surrounding us when the trees give away their life energy to the earth.
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