Monday, January 31, 2011
And summer's lease . . .
It's the last day of January, but this seed spread brings up a feeling of the season passing all too soon.
On this theme, no-one is more eloquent than Shakespeare. I pick up my well-loved book of his sonnets. Once a warm red, the cover is now faded at the spine. But his words never fade, and who is to say which is more beautiful: that original cover, or the spine with its history of many summers on the shelf.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer's lease hath all too short a date . . .
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrim'd . . .