Colorful autumn

13 - 1That 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.

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1463121_239668946189176_1951671843_nKnow’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

 

2013 - 1Autumn is like an old book:
Marred spines turn mean yellow,
staples rust red-orange.

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