Take all the leafs and put them in a leaf museum

These are the sad days, 
These are the days that break your heart.
The days when colour disappears
And the austerity of grey makes bold.

These are the dour days,
These are the days that now must start,
Last vestiges of colour gone
And winter's chill menaces take hold.

But the worst thing is that our front window is no longer covered by an orange curtain of maple leafs. So no more wandering around the front room in the buff for me!