“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,
Nevertheless,
Displays a certain
Loveliness—
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.”
Updike, John. "November". A Child’s Calendar. Holiday House.
TIME: 8:25 AM
PLACE:
SUBJECT: Road
MB went out with HH this morning for breakfast and picture taking. This is one of the photos he snapped and I immediately thought of this poem. “A Child’s Calendar” is a book of poetry by John Updike that I have read over and over again to the kids. It has one poem for each month of the year. The November poem is my favorite verse from the book. I think MB’s photo illustrates it beautifully. This picture also inspires me to imagine what could be around the bend. Just think of the possibilities.
