Fall rusty leaves from trees and like a carpet lie
Under my steps they rustle like lovers' longing sigh
Above my head a crane is floating in the sky,
Seeming so lost, because its flock now has gone by.

It's autumn and the park looks desolate and sad
Along a narrow lane a cop is nicely clad,
And I am walking fast like tourists stray and mad
Who a Renaissance painter on canvas soon will add.

A big and gloomy cloud I see is drawing near
And from the sky the rain will fall in waves, I fear,
The sun is slowly setting and soon will disappear,
Because the day is shorter at this time of the year.

A raven on a branch, with feathers long and black
Is watching full of lust the remnants of a snack,
While the majestic lake, which stretches at the back,
Now seems enraged and howls like a gray wolf in pack.

I'm going home, because it's getting late and dark
And suddenly the coolness has fallen on the park
A stray dog in the distance has started now to bark,
Because the autumn's here and summer lost its spark.