Sunday, November 01, 2009

Scenic Sunday #68


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 from "A Child's Calendar"

Pioneer Village in November. For more Scenic Sunday views, click the icon below.


Linnea W said...

That's a perfect autumn scene. I really enjoy it! Wish I could come across something like that!

eileeninmd said...

Lovely poem and Autumn scene.

David Das said...

Yes, nice poem.
But now write your own poem!
Just improvise:

The birds are gone
my mind will follow
at home my love
is raking leaves

My uncle knows
innocent kids
always die in wars
who is to blame

we go on
with our lifes
but sometimes
we die a bit

Pat said...

I like the poems you put on your blog have a nice collection of them!

Jane said...

Great composition with the plough, looks very autumnal as well, thanks for sharing:)

*karendianne. said...

Now this is a really neat one!