Sonnet 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold

Welcome to September, the month that leads into the brilliant autumn colours and the warmth of Harvest and Thanksgiving. September has a mellow poignancy that reminds us of the passing of years. Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare brings forth natural metaphors to signify the coming of old age. We move ever forward in our timelineContinue reading “Sonnet 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold”

Sunday Evening Reflection: A Farewell to September

I welcome October, the season of gold and mists, of lingering sunshine and darkening clouds, of harvest and thanksgiving. I gather my books and supply of fragrant teas, much like a squirrel puts away her acorns for the coming winter. And yet, my heart still remembers the loveliness of September and the way the daysContinue reading “Sunday Evening Reflection: A Farewell to September”