This is the type of untidiness that needs not to be swept into piles and discarded in the gutter or collected in bags or cans. This is the dazzling detritus of Autumn, the fancy foliage of decrepitude; this splendid scattering of scarlet and gold makes sweet decay a glorious fate! Go ahead, Death, be proud! Come, decomposers, you fungi and millipedes, and create symphonies underfoot! Take a shuffling walk about this afternoon and breathe the perfume of change (if you’re not allergic!). Ain’t life (with Death included) grand?!
Beautifully stated Scilla 😀
I know you’re with me in my enthusiasm for witnessing decay!
A lovely photograph and a even more lovely prose poem.
Hadn’t thought that was what I was doing, but I’ll take it! Thanks!
🙂 Sometimes they just come.