Coming into fall

When you're coming into fall, it's good to see it;
When you're coming into fall, it's good to see:
Each long-toed town-crier donning his many-colored vestment;
Each portly hard-shelled gourd resting in serene contemplation;

When you're coming into fall, it's good to feel it;
When you're coming into fall, it's good to feel:
Eos' crisp breath brushing crimson cheek in gentle admonition,
Ancient yearning stirred from slumber:  surrender to ever-kind Father Morpheus!

When you're coming into fall, it's good to know it;
When you're coming into fall, it's good to know:
Timeless cycle, ever spinning to greet approaching season;
Orb tilts from Apollo's bright face; prophesying a drowsy end;