While searching for a new calendar for Maya, I came upon the book A Child’s Calendar, by John Updike. While it’s not a calendar, I think I’m going to buy it. The poetry is beautiful, soothing… I can see myself reading it to the girls over and over.
November
by John Updike
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
Loveliness
This is only an excerpt; you can read the rest of the poem here. The following are some photos I took on a walk over the weekend. Love the Fall!
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