Here’s an excerpt from the poem April Day in November, Edinburgh by Norman MacCaig. This poem arrived by email today and seems very appropriate with the gusty winds we’ve had turning homeless leaves into a colorful, energetic parade.
For gaiety’s funfair whirls
in the gray squares. Energy
sends volts from suburb to suburb.And April, gay trespasser,
dances the dark streets of November,
Pied Piper leading a procession
of the coloured dreams of summer.
Fallen leaves as the coloured dreams of summer. Beautiful.