The falling leaves drift by the window 
The autumn leaves of red and gold 
I see your lips, the summer kisses 
The sun-burned 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 

My husband used to sing me this song. I wonder what ever happened to that guy?

Anyhoo, this is a painting of the Little River in Autumn by Don Demers. He and his fellow artists meet here each year to paint. He says "the clean and low light is distinct from summer light." Nice.