November
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 have flown.
And yet the world,
In its distress,
Displays a certain
Loveiness--
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.
by John Updike
I find this poem to be so beautiful and surprisingly profound for a children's poem.
Don't You?
***
Indian Summer came and went.
The gusty winds finally blew the leaves from the trees.
The Spring training, that had begun so long ago had ended, and summer ball had taken its place,
and a fall, and Shohei Ohtani had won a World Series.
Congrats Dodgers
Congrats Shohei.
Thanks for a wonderful season!
Encourage one another,
Donna
HT:Harper Lee
