The Falling Leaves ♫

With apologies to Johnny Mercer, songwriter, but fond thoughts
of Nat King Cole who immortalized this song:

“The falling leaves drift by the window” (drift? they’re tumbling! the lawn is covered!)

“The autumn leaves of red and gold” (and orange and brown and yellow and maroon
and wrinkled and spotted with mold and many-colored)

“I see your lips, the summer kisses” (haven’t seen O’Half since Labor Day–he’s on
the tractor churning up leaves)

“The sun-burned hands I used to hold” (can’t hold hands–I have blisters from raking)

“Since you went away the days grow long”  (dark at 5:30!)

“And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song” (though my pink roses are still blooming Nov 6th!)

“But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall.”  (so let’s call a lawn service next year)