“The falling leaves drift by the window, the autumn leaves of red and gold….
I see your lips, the summer kisses, the sunburned hands, I used to hold.
Since you went away, the days grow long, and soon I’ll hear ol’ winter’s song.
But I miss you most of all my darling, when autumn leaves start to fall.”

— Johnny Mercer,  Autumn Leaves

Watkins Mill, Lawson, Missouri