Being Thankful: Updike, Poetry, Loveliness

There are so many poems that express the process of late fall. 

Even though we are not quite at this part of fall,

 I love this poem because if does display a certain loveliness. 

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---