Flutter, Flutter by Mary Prescott Wind poem

Flutter, flutter, with never a stop,
All the leaves have begun to drop;
While the wind, with a skip and a hop,
Goes about gathering in his crop.

Flutter, flutter, on bustling wings,
All the plump little feathered things:
Thrush and bobolink, finch and jay,
Follow the sun on his holiday.

Flutter, flutter, the snowflakes all
Jostle each other in their fall,
Crowd and push into last year's nest,
And hide the seeds from robin-redbreast.

Flutter, flutter, the hours go by;
Nobody sees them as they fly;
Nobody hears their fairy tread,
Nor the rustle of their wings instead.