Autumn in front of the Door

My name is October. And I'm sad.

Autumn'm somehow. By soul.

Do clouds scary rainy.

Then sit in heaven and silent.

Tearing yellow leaves hands from wind.

I just do not daisies. And today

I'd like to know

He loves me ... Or not.

Here - and there hang a little sun.

Instead of a ring or earrings.

Cool it likes, at dawn.

And covered my shoulders with fog.       

My name is October. And I'm sad.

In love to madness in April.

There is no way to contact seasonally ...

Excuse me…

Will rain.

After this wonderful poem, which I recently discovered, I suggest you an idea for a pillow which to put in front of the door. I hope it will stop crawling breeze of autumn, trying to come into my home. And I think that is more beautiful, than the ugly seals, at its plus is that makes a home - cozy.

How I made it?

Of gray woolen cloth I cut off two circles and a long rectangle.

I sew them, leaving a small hole for stuffing.

I filled it with wool and sew it up.

I decorate it.

I wish you a beautiful autumn day!