Saturday, April 01, 2017

Bonjour Avril

Welcome April! I knew you'd come. My birthday month is here and I cannot wait for new adventures. 

I'm excited about Summer. On that note, let me share an excerpt from William Shakespeare's Sonnet 18. I can picture summer as beautiful as his words. 

Sonnet XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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