Barony of Marinus

Bards, Brewers, and Bakers

Nov 27, Fall.

What stirs your heart and belly this time of year?
Bring your favorite song or poem about fall or feast. As part of the night, we will also be discussing our apple cordials we made in September.

Doors open at 7:00pm. Zoom link:

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
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.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

- William Shakespeare (Sonnet 73)