Its yellow blade hugs my pane,
Showing age spots, midrib, vein,
Wanly to me waving?
Caught between the ground and tree
No more sense of life as free
No more summer preening.
Quietly I wave "Goodbye",
Thanking it for pausing nigh.
Adieu till spring's greening!
Humbly it awaits the wind
To carry it to its end;
Model for my living.
Some wistful music celebrating this season:
Autumn Leaves - Instrumental Version
Autumn Leaves- Andy Williams
Autumn Leaves - Doris Day
Autumn Leaves-Chet Akins
Autumn Leaves-Natalie Cole
Simon and Garfunkel - Sounds of Silence
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