So many leaves have fallen on my life. Some settled nicely to rest, but most fell, withered to bitter cold and drifted on. But, after all that, I would brave all the coldness of humanity again for the sight of a few more beautiful yellow leaves spilling joy into my eyes … and the birds…. Oh, I will miss you, my singing lovelies. I will be waiting for you….
Leaves–Erik S. Lehman