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ORPHEUS

"...and Orpheus made them forget about their women. He taught them how to be lovers of men..." --Greek Mythology ‘Orpheus and Eurydice'

I found a lone butterfly one day in Central Park. Weak and dying, it flittered sporadically like that flame on a weeping candle. Yet in my hands, the poor thing felt warm. Surely, the autumn air is no match for a spring creature. How then should I judge the season?

I watched the poor thing shrivel as it unfolded its eye patterns on each brown wing. Then it died. Yet, its beauty remained, minus the warmth. I let it fall unto the ground. It fell like a leaf, landed like a leaf and turned into a leaf. Nobody would ever know now that it was there, amongst the dead.

Autumn is a celebration of death—upon its beauty.

Autumn is beautiful. Although cold, it was sensitive.

I sat back on the park bench and looked around. I waited for half an ...

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