Autumnal colors of contrasting hues,
play in the park as far as one can see.
And though I may be overcome with blues,
I sit and know it will not always be.
And patting heads of dogs of passers-by,
I notice the sad waddle of the duck.
And though for lack of food he gives a cry,
a boy’s bread crumbs show him he’s still in luck.
I see a family walk on the trail,
the mother’s hand extended to the lake.
A boy sits on a pier without a rail,
“Unless you swim, don’t fall for goodness’ sake!”
In two months’ time all this will disappear,
as winter will be very strong this year.