October

Last night was cold and silent,

With rustling crimson leaves:

Colours of brown floating to ground,

Falling soflty against my knees.

The wind blew colder and stronger,

Burning my face, leaving me tired;

And the falling rain of October -

Let my heart get weaker and wired.

Burst of bitter autumn leaves

Whirled round with the rain;

Flushed away my misty dreams,

Drowning memories in pain!