Sunday, October 24, 2010

Sunday Morning Poetry

autumn leaves

Autumn Leaves

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

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

I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
~ Johnny Mercer

Do you ever think about the way that songs are pure poetry? Listen.

24 comments:

Joanna said...

I am listening to Eva singing this as I write this comment. What a beautiful song/poem. So very sad, but beautiful.

RIP Beautiful Eva.

x

Rosaria Williams said...

Sad feelings at the end of a season. Beautiful poem.

A Box of Chocolates said...

i love this how beautiful

Life Is A Road Trip said...

I can hear 'Ol Blue Eyes singing this in my head right now. I wonder if I'll ever get him out - or if I want to. :-)

Rita said...

What a very beautiful, yet sad poem. I love to sit and watch the autumn leaves fall. Last week I sat outside and watched them fall and just reveled in the sight. Love ya!

Mrs. E said...

I'm going to humming this all week!

HKatz said...

Has the wistful of autumn in it, along with the feelings of a lost love. Thanks for sharing.

ELK said...

so very magical ..you are a special person ..hope the conferences are over for you

Lubna said...

Very beautiful. I've been away and glad to see your posts again. Love the photograph of the doggie in the earlier one. And oh, Sloane is a lovely girl - dressing up as you - her own Super Hero was awesome.

KTW said...

Oooooooooohhhh! So sadly beautiful. :) Aren't they amazing, those lovely pictures that words can paint?

Tracy said...

That is one of the best songs ever... *swoon*... :o) ((HUGS))

Erin Wallace said...

I love this song. It was one of the first I learned on the piano (a simplified version) and I still am playing it (the difficult version now). Such a gorgeous song!

xo Erin

Suz said...

ah give me a bonfire and some
wicked witches at my door
and some hot apple cider
and a chill covered in cashmere

Jeanne said...

I love that song I love you
Kisses
Love Jeanne♥

Marion Williams-Bennett said...

The song and image together are so so perfect.

It's the saddest song.
Beautiful sad.

Amy said...

I absolutely love it when deep, colorful leaf confetti sprinkles the ground!

Elizabeth Halt said...

poetry in words. poetry in image. the leaves are dancing across the road.

Bumpkin Hill said...

such a beautiful poem, the only good thing about the leaves falling is that they are fun to walk through in the woods :) Hope you're well, Hugs, Catherine x

susanna said...

Yes, this song is pure poetry. It's so sad but also full of love, isn't it? Thank you for the link to Eva Cassidy. What a voice she had. Somehow I can imagine James Taylor singing this song, too.

I also like the simplicity of this photograph, Relyn. The colours of the leaves against the dark grey pavement are striking.

Georgianna said...

I love this so much, Relyn. My Dad used to sing this song when we were very young so it has special memories. Thank you for reminding me of it and for all your lovely comments, dear. Wishing you a fantastic, cozy, spooky, fun autumn Halloween week! xo – g

Jennifer Richardson said...

mmmmmm.....such a melancholy
song.
Love the photo
of fallen leaves.
Thanks, friend:)
-Jennifer

Hindsfeet said...

my dear my dear, I hope you're well, Relyn......how many times you've dappled my world with the gems of your posts.........and your heartfelt comments and prayers as well......thanks, Relyn, thanks for your light.....

Jaime said...

It reflects a certain longing that this season seems to infuse in us.
Beautiful.

Patti said...

One of my favorite nostalgic songs- have it on my blog by Eva Cassidy. Love the lyrical poetry of that song- it is pure poetry

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