Autumn In The Park Poem by Mark Dillon

The strong autumn breeze,
the cold evening sun.
The swirling brown leafs winter journey has begun.
As they fall down to the waters edge
and swiftly float away,
some wild ducks fly in to land
causing ripples and spray.

They find their way into the reeds
to rest on nesting grounds.
Adding to the autumn evening
with their quacking sounds.

Two old men sit upon a bench
regailing about times past.
Looking upon this resplendent view
as if it might be their last.
Lost in a time that has long gone by
as they laugh and talk in jest
about things and places they have been,
and about years that were their best.

The sun goes down
and the shadows appear.
The two men wonder home.
The stars come out and night sets in
like a glistening ceiling dome.