Lone yellow leaf among comrades now brown
Dee’s Sonnet
Valiantly shimmers in sunshine gold
At peace in decay, content to bed down
Even in dying, beauty to behold

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73
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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Love the single yellow leaf in the picture and in your sonnet.
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Yeah when I stumbled upon it on my walk it triggered artistic expression immediately. Out came the iPhone…snap…snap…and voila!!! Lone yellow leaf captured.
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I can see it clearly through your words, that lonesome yellow leave standing out among the brown. Well said! Take that Shakespeare🎤
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Ahhh… sweet, drop mic 🎤
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Thanks my friend. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Nice one, Dee!
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Thanks Eliza
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Brilliant imagery and personification! You made this picture come alive with your poem!
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Ahhhh…Thanks Harshi!!!!Much appreciate your positive feedback. I tried.
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