Leaves are turning golden and there is a distinctly autumnal chill in the air. It is no surprise that many poets find inspiration in this season of change, including our poem of the week, ‘Autumn’ by Norman MacCaig.
Autumn Wanting to go, all the leaves want to go though they have achieved their kingly robes. Weary of colours, they think of black earth, they think of white snow. Stealthily, delicately as a safebreaker they unlock themselves from branches. And from their royal towers they sift silently down to become part of the proletariat of mud.
The Poems of Norman MacCaig£25.00