Wanting to go ...

Running rest-day ... and given we're now into September, thought this (further) poem from Norman MacCaig's (pictured) 1990 Collection was appropriate ;-)


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.