Welcome to another week of #MySundaySnapshot, a snap-sharing-blog-linky series celebrating natural beauty. Click here for further information and guidelines on this linky if you wish to participate. “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 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 …
