October.

Outside October autumn,
From maple leaves all fell off,
Falling, flew away, all whispered -
We are tired…
Only in the spring know for sure
We will be back with a flock of birds.
But October, the days are shorter,
The cold is around the corner,
The wind is stronger, however
We walk and fall with us,
In boots, in scarves with umbrellas,
And umbrellas - colored leaves,
And rowan red brush
Decorated nature
The gloom of the day and bad weather.