I miss you most of all, when autumn leaves start to fall. By Johnny Mercer and Joseph Kosma.
Autumn is many things. It's a fading photograph of a special friend; an array of colors delighting the senses – a kaleidoscopic vision of falling leaves.
Do the leaves sense what's happening, performing a final curtain call, gracefully leaving the stage for another year? Botanists reduce autumn to a cyclical phenomenon. Plants shed their leaves to retain water and endure winter.
Metaphoric or scientific, autumn retains a sense of memory for the youth of summer, a longing for friends and families.