"The Arrival..."

'Midst the cloudless skies, the sun shines down,
Among the green grass, snowy inflorescences glance
Tossed by the breaths - confused by gusts; 
Somewhere, a sculptor places a crown,
Somewhere, a troupe of drummers dance,
Somewhere, the pious commence fasts;
   ...Someone's approaching.
The populace is blithe
Men and women beatific -
Children  turn jocose,
Mint raiment, dazzling embellishment
Radiant visage, effusive mirth
The euphoria gushing out;
   ...Something's betiding.
Pandals illuminated,  idols lithe
Divine Mother - idyllic,
Vanquishing humanity's foes,
Inspiring deification with venerating merriment -
Revering masses swelling in girth,
Ecstatic in their devout bout;
     ...Some fête's ongoing,
Autumnal fest ...citizenry frolicking,
Burgeoning lotuses, fledglings warbling;
Mother is coming
Mother's sojourning...