Tuesday, November 16, 2010

November poem

by John Updike

The stripped and shapely
Maple grieves
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves.

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

And yet the world,
In its distress,
Displays a certain


GrandmaK said...

I like this! It really says it all doesn't it? Have a grand day! Cathy

The Jaracz Family said...

Your poetry amazes me! Speaking of Amazing things...I was inspired to do an Amazing Things post, about my husband. I didn't realize you have set topics, but I'm doing a post on him soon and I'm stealing your button! :)

I promise to stay on topic in the future, I'll send you the link in a bit...

The Jaracz Family said...

Here it is...3 amazing things about my husband!