plant noun month count

Hello! My hero is Sergei. On the edge of a juniper grove Autumn, the red mare, walks modestly Dropping leaves fr om its mane on the ground. And the clang of its hoofs is heard In the mist of the river banks Wh ere no humbug goes round. But the wanderer, it raises the foliage On the roads and rustles it, Growing on foot bit aside bit. And it kisses the wounds of the Christ On the mountain ash tree That are fervent scarlet privet.com