Friday, November 2, 2007

Poetry Friday

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
- John Updike, A Child's Calendar


"My Little Wonders" said...

What a nice poem, and I love the picture above it.

Lisa said...

Aw, ya got this poem posted before I could get mine on! Now you'll think I stole the idea from you! ~gg~ Love this, and love the pic! (I'm such a sucker for these things!)