Autumn Leaves - Johnny Mercer 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... Continue Reading →

The banks of the Mississippi River are scattered with autumn leaves near the Winchell Trail. Photo: Patty Day

Blog at

Up ↑