Wither’d leaves, wither’d leaves, that fly before the gale:
Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
Of love once true, and friends once kind,
And happy moments fled:
Dispersed by every breath of wind,
Forgotten, changed, or dead!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
Excerpt from poem by Charles Dickens
Reflection in a lake of a woods…the leaves are floating by…
This image is upside-down…
By the lake in Crossville, Tenn, USA
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