Saturday, October 21, 2017

Falling Leaves


The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands 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
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
Nat King Cole

I could listen to the silky voice of Nat King Cole all day long.  I don't think I could choose a favorite song of his ~ they are all just wonderful. ♥

Lilah Rose and I have spent much of the afternoon either in the backyard, the woods, or on the back porch.  This autumn weather has been glorious.

8 comments:

  1. Fall is such a lovely time to be outside! Wonderful poem you shared ☺

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    1. Marilyn, they are song lyrics to an oldie but goodie. I think they'd make a lovely poem too!

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  2. How nice Lilah Rose have spent the afternoon together. It sounds as if she is better. Love Nat King Cole, too. He had a great voice. I love that era of music.

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    1. Kim, she is better but I'm trying to take her out in spurts so not to overdo it. I love that era's music too.

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  3. Lovely fall show of leaves. In Texas, trees and such not changing much. Had some crazy weather.

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    1. LV, this year's weather has been strange here too. Hot Cold Hot Cold. One has no idea what to wear the next day.

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  4. Best time of year, wish it was more colorful but we still have time, I am hopefully, glad to hear that Lilah Rose is feeling well enough to go outside and enjoy the wonderful weather with you :)

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    1. Connie, I am so thankful that she bounced back so quickly. We are going outside in short bursts.

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We all have our “good old days” tucked away inside our hearts, and we return to them in dreams like cats to favorite armchairs. ~ B. Carter