Late Autumn In Prospect Park Brooklyn Poem by Alfonso Siverls

a slow walk along a
quiet empty dirt road
in Prospect park
on a early saturday morning
is to be in a picture of
serenity's perfection

a slight summer heat lingering
along with a pre-winter
light chill, mixing together
signaling a ending and beginning

autumn in prospect park
and change is everywhere

the trees and its branches
gently bending
as they slowly shed multicolor
leafs, that are changing
from green to all shades of orange and brown

the air with a slight leftover smell
of summer flowers withering
as they prepare for a winter sleep

the birds in early morning drills
in preparation for the anticipated
long flight south

the insects and bugs
have begun their secret ritual
of disappearance for the upcoming season

as I walk peacefully in the park
reflecting on summer joys past
while anticipating winter challenges
yet to come

for I too, like the park
is in a season of change
And harmony with

autumn in prospect park Brooklyn