Artificial Sunlight

[poliphilo]

I look out the window and think I'm seeing sunshine but I'm not; what's happened is that a whole bunch of leaves on the maple have turned yellow overnight.

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[halfmoon_mollie1]

today's 'Writer's Almanac'

Sonnet 73: That Time of Year Thou Mayst in Me Behold
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 death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish’ d by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.



“Sonnet 73: That Time of Year Thou Mayst in Me Behold” by William Shakespeare

[poliphilo]

I'm not altogether a lover of Shakespeare's Sonnets, but this one is glorious.

[halfmoon_mollie1]

the yellow leaves line made me think of your post.

[cmcmck]

There are maples in the grounds of our local library and the colours have just turned amazing!

[poliphilo]

They're handsome trees- even in summer.