Crossing the Park

The air was crisp, the trees were bare; The paths were shoveled clean. In Central Park today it was Delightful and serene. A lonely jogger trotted by; A nanny pushed her charge. Some dogs on leashes sniffed and strained; The cloud-filled sky loomed large. But mostly it was only me A'stroll across the park, Enveloped by the vista Which was anything but stark.