Chilly Butterfly

I was all done and no one cared;

None saw my little death--

But suddenly I was revived,

Brought to with sweet, warm breath.

I thought I was all by myself

Before that sweetness came;

But now I see a dozen more

By that warm breath, inflamed!

This new-found vigor will not last;

I've no illusions there--

But now I see I'm not alone:

Cold, take US, if you dare!

Autumn leaves

Poetry and music unite magically sometimes to create memories that can stay with us for a lifetime.  For me, the song "Autumn leaves" is one of those special unions. 

I love Miles Davis' jazz version from the album "Something Else," and this fall I've been listening to Andrea Bocelli's French rendition, a duet with his fiancee. 

But this one by Nat King Cole is simply amazing.  Enjoy.