November 4, 2010

November, a poem by John Updike

The stripped and shapely Maple grieves
The loss of her departed leaves.

The ground is hard
As hard as stone.
The year is old
The birds are flown.

And yet the world,
Displays a certain

The beauty of the bone.
Tall God must see our souls this way, and nod.

Give thanks, we do, each in his place
Around the table during Grace.


  1. 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.

  2. What gorgeous pictures and such an apt poem. Thanks for sharing xx

  3. 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!

  4. I'm in love with your last photograph! What kind of camera do you use?

  5. 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.