1.11.2013 “Leaves”

 

“The golden hue of the autumn leaves inundates Central Park’s literary walk with an eerie and magical mood. The leaves model for us all how to do a death dance with dignity and beauty . For as they die, they give their remaining energy to us all in a burst of radiant color, rather than – as humans do – try to wrest energy away from everyone around them. In a week, the leaves will have turned brown, desiccated, and fallen to dust beneath our feet.”

– Tribal Baroque