When Yellow Leaves Do Hang upon Those Boughs

Written by eklastic

Yes, that’s a bastardised Shakespeare line. This is how sonnett no. 73 starts properly: 

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 …

Cosmic Photo Challenge: Autumn Colour

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