That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
-William Shakespeare
October 20, 2013 – 16 Cheshvan, 5774
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I like the hint of autumn color in your photos. Both are beautiful. The quote from Shakespeare is very appropriate for this time of year.
Thank you, George.
Lovely photos Lorri! And very fitting Shakespeare’s lines.
Thank you, Gabriella! xo
lovely
Thank you!