Fall birds speaking chattering tongues
Assemble at the train yard.
Swirl around billowing like pillars of smoke
After starting one formation then changing their mind
They Settled back down between rusty lines of boxcars.
Over and over again the flock danced
Following one leader then another darting different directions
Gathering momentum for autumn’s journey.
After the noon sun ascended above the fog,
The yard revealed silent cars spackled white.