afaerytalelife:That time of year thou may'st beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon
afaerytalelife:That time of year thou may'st beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.— Sonnet LXXIII, by William Shakespeare.Artwork: December, by Kelsey Garrity Riley. -- source link