Maples gave the warning
That summertime was done,
Flaunting crimson leaf flags
’Mid cooler rays of sun.
The poplars changed to flame,
Outlined with toasty brown,
Then leaves of every hue
All came fluttering down.
Weeds along the fencerows
Grew brittle, crisp, and sere.
And bands of birds, southbound,
Proclaimed the winter near.
Then came the crispy frost,
And skies were filled with gray,
So no one was surprised
When snowflakes fell today.

[illustration] Illustrated by Dick Brown