Bare Ruin'd Choirs, Series #2
"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 ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang."
Wm. Shakespeare, Sonnet #73
These graceful trees, shot in winter and early spring, call to mind Shakespeare's words.
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."
Wm. Shakespeare, Sonnet #73
These graceful trees, shot in winter and early spring, call to mind Shakespeare's words.
