The ground is hardAs hard as stone.The year is oldThe birds are flown.
And yet the world,Nevertheless,Displays a certainLoveliness.The beauty of the bone.Tall God must see our souls this way, and nod.Give thanks, we do, each in his placeAround the table during Grace.
Pretty pictures. :)
Great poem. Your photos are super! That one pic of the tree beside the water with all the winding roots. Wow! Looks like your going professional on us.
What gorgeous pictures and such an apt poem. Thanks for sharing xx
Oh Bonnie, you made me tear up. I don't think I've heard this poem since I was a kid. My mom used to read poetry and I vaguely remember this one. And your photos are so BEAUTIFUL. Thank you so much!Suzanne
I'm in love with your last photograph! What kind of camera do you use?
Lovely photos to illustrate Updike's poem! I stumbled upon your blog when I was looking for the text of Updike's poem online; your photos are beautiful.