I draw letters in fuzzy handwriting -
And between the lines I dip the brush,
Where the yellow leaves dance - tap dance,
A brisk wind with a mohawk bang
Frightens rain: "Do not bubble!"
Forgotten dinner ... the sky is a tablecloth
And on top of the crumbs fall on everyone
The chestnut looks like a rusted boat,
My alley turned into a porch:
“Serve the leaves, rain, groats and ... snow”!