With 20 mature trees in my backyard, I spend the fall season blowing and bagging leaves. Whatever inconvenience I incur during the fall, is more than made up for during the spring and summer seasons when my whole backyard is nicely shaded from the sun.
The falling leaves drift by my window
The falling 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 old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall