the autumn leaves were turining to the color of her hair

Autumn Leaves

...........when you knew that it was over, you were suddenly aware, that the autumn leaves were turning, to the colors of her hair.....
Does anybody write songs like this anymore? like this --  
......The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, I teased at life as if it were a foolish game, the way the evening breeze may tease the candle flame.........
The song keeps lingering in my head that I have to find a picture to illustrate.... so the choice is not mine.....