Woodbridge, Ontario
Longer Live Fall
Jessica held a great program at her home where her dad, Sam, and mom, Anna, cooked pasta and pesto, and everything Italian. They pleased everyone’s palate and delivered their jovial hospitality. They arranged for various singers to come and lead kirtan. With their place packed with people, it made for a cozy autumn night. However, upon leaving their Woodbridge home, we witnessed the most moist snow ever. Personally, I would like to view fall colours just a little longer. “My Lord, do as you like, but if I had the choice I would side for a lingering colour of fall.”
Sonnet 73 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 ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest 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 seest the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd by that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
From, The Picador Book of House Poems.
May the Source be with you!
6 km
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