November
The stripped and shapely
Maple grieves
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves.
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
Loveliness.
- John Updike from "A Child's Calendar"
Pioneer Village in November. For more Scenic Sunday views, click the icon below.
That's a perfect autumn scene. I really enjoy it! Wish I could come across something like that!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and Autumn scene.
ReplyDeleteYes, nice poem.
ReplyDeleteBut 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
I like the poems you put on your blog sometimes...you have a nice collection of them!
ReplyDeleteGreat composition with the plough, looks very autumnal as well, thanks for sharing:)
ReplyDeleteNow this is a really neat one!
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