The whirling wind heralds the arrival
Of the whole contingent
As the greenery steps back
To allow its easy passage. The way is clear.
First to follow the whistling proclaimer
Is an enticingly fragrant fresh scent.
Next comes the delicately twirling crystalline flakes
Pirouetting gracefully, beautifully.
Close behind is a thin crackling coat of white veneer
Followed by a multitude of multihued fall foliage
Dancing in loose spirals, with delicious abandon.
The parade is in town.
A caliope of sound and song
Reverberates
Over the country side.
The avian admirers heed the spectacle
And clap their wings loudly,
Enthusiastically
As they gracefully flee the scene.
Their mass flight
Proclaims the happening
To the wary public.