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.”— William
Shakespeare, from “Sonnet 73”
I
took the photograph accompanying this post at mid-afternoon two days ago in Overpeck County Park in Leonia, not far
from where I live in Bergen County, N.J.
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