Listening to: Songbird, Eva Cassidy
Thinking of:
-Autumn Leaves-
The sound of leaves under one's foot heralds the arrival autumn. A more somber season, one for contemplating and reflection before the cold of winter sets in to give the good ole' bones and reality a chill.
I love autumn! I say that line every year... I love it cause its one when one can take long walks on leave strewn paths alone or with someone else, sampling the crisp air and to see the ducklings all grown up. Its still warm enough to sail or even on paddle boats. To sit on a bench to read a book. Without much fan fare and sudden shrieks of joy... I say goodbye to summer and embrace autumn with open arms and anticipation. Colorful and romantic, and with a slightly moody character, autumn... Definitely with a charm and character of it's own. Like a old gentleman and his eccentricities.
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hand I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hand I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
Thinking of:
-Autumn Leaves-
The sound of leaves under one's foot heralds the arrival autumn. A more somber season, one for contemplating and reflection before the cold of winter sets in to give the good ole' bones and reality a chill.
I love autumn! I say that line every year... I love it cause its one when one can take long walks on leave strewn paths alone or with someone else, sampling the crisp air and to see the ducklings all grown up. Its still warm enough to sail or even on paddle boats. To sit on a bench to read a book. Without much fan fare and sudden shrieks of joy... I say goodbye to summer and embrace autumn with open arms and anticipation. Colorful and romantic, and with a slightly moody character, autumn... Definitely with a charm and character of it's own. Like a old gentleman and his eccentricities.
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hand I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hand I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
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