#352 - Ragged leaves in the sun

Spotted these threadbare Maple leaves low down in the hedgerow and held them up to the afternoon sun. Made me think of these lines by Shakespeare: 

"Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
Points on me graciously with fair aspect,
And puts apparel on my tattered loving..."
(Shakespeare, Sonnet 26)

I love the phrase, 'tattered loving' and these worn leaves reflect too, the wearing on of the year and how winter will soon be upon us.