“That time of year thou may’st in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,-
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.”
–William Shakespeare Sonnet 73
My best to you all,
Megan
“That time of year thou may’st in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,-
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.”
–William Shakespeare Sonnet 73
My best to you all,
Megan