An Ode to Autumn
By: William Shakespeare
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.
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The following photos are ones that I took last Fall, but I thought they would also be relevant to this post.
So beautiful, Maddie! I love the golden tones, the sharp focus and the composition. I really liked the poem as well (of course : ) ). Thanks for participating!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful... can't wait for our green to fade and autumn to take hold here in Southern California...
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