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, Are 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.