"The stripped and shapely Maple Grieves the loss of her Departed Leaves," John Updike wrote about November. "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."

Bare trees and frost are here to stay until the spring. Timothy Johnson traveled the Island to find the loveliness in the waning of the year.