The Parade

The Parade

A Poem by Haunzwürthe

They stand tall, they stand short

Slim and wide, they line the road

They press over, crowding together

Shading the lane with their arms


Waiting patiently for that moment

Their quiet excitement echoes

With hushed conversations

As the impending parade nears


That invisible, ceaseless parade

The aging procession of time

Marches in a purposeful meander

Bringing the changing breeze


And they, waiting patiently

Are greeted by the wind

It wisps down the lane

Signaling the yearly cavalcade


They hail the coming parade

Releasing their vibrant foliage

The yellow, orange and red confetti

To fly amongst the gala


Time continues down the lane

Dancing the colored bits about

In twirling, swirling pageantry

The end, their homage, to summer

© 2015 Haunzwürthe

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Added on January 3, 2015
Last Updated on January 3, 2015



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