It’s as if someone has taken a huge pile and dropped them without care. Yet this … looks like art.
All fragility resting softly on a concrete pathway, the canvas today for this beauty.
I thought to myself if this was actual rubbish – not tree debris – this would be called unsightly. But this… this is beautiful. Bright yellows, oranges, and reds, overlap, and mingling into a visual symphony.
A pathway of slippery-ness but even that is creating art in a sense as I tentatively and carefully dance tiptoe.
I wonder, does this splendor towering above me arrange her leaves just so, with that in mind? Intent on slowing us down so that we might take notice of what she has made – out of the “dust?”
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