This week has been a blaze of beauty in my corner of the world. One morning, I woke to frost sparkling from every blade of grass. I ran through it in bliss.
The next morning, the sky was awash with the most passionate sunrise I've seen in weeks. I grabbed my camera and my dog to revel in it.
Here's to your November.
November by John Updike
The stripped and shapely
Maple grieves
The loss of her
Departed leaves.
The ground is hard,
As hard as stone.
The year is old,
The birds are flown.
And yet the world,
Nevertheless,
Displays a certain
Loveliness--
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.
See beautiful renderings of this poem here and here.
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