An Autumn Day

I walk through
Schenley Park
It’s 7 AM
It’s raining
The rain
Is cold
I can see
My breath
Multiple hued
Leaves crunch
Underfoot
I feel
Revitalized
I’m cozy
And warm
In my green
Camofloge
Jacket
I see smoke
Emanating
From chimneys
The smell
Is intoxicating
The damp
Leaves
Have a pleasing
Aroma
Finally
I return home
I sip
A piping hot
Mug of
Pumpkin spice
Latte
I eat a slice
Of pumpkin
Roll
I drift asleep
Dreaming
About
Thanksgiving

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025