Chris Edwards

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.
(Autumn Leaves - Eva Cassidy)

Steph Edwards

Chris Edwards