Proclaimers

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.

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