The Blustery Month of October

The Blustery Month of October Everywhere heard and seen, or so it seems Are leaves quivering on deciduous trees. And those on the ground being rustled around In the blustery month of October. Red and yellow leaves sailing and flitting Being carried on the wind like children playing; Roundabout trees, hiding and being discovered In the blustery month of October. Leaves once fresh hung from trees, alive and green, Now lie in parks and yards, and on sidewalks and streets, Where they are trampled on, or raked and discarded In the blustery month of October.