Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts

Sunday, July 2, 2017

new poem

"autumn thunderstorm"

It's mid afternoon
Leaves rustle under foot
A satisfying crunch

I see my breath,
suspended in the frosty air

The fierce wind howls
Swirling vortices in the leaves

Rich vibrant hues saturate the ground
Red, yellow, orange and brown

The sky is overcast
With dark storm clouds

A gentle drizzle soon turns
Into sheets of torrential rain

I hear thunder crackle,
Booming in the distance

I soon see lightning
It glows hot and sizzles,
Piercing through the air

Eventually the storm fades away
The air smells fresh
I return home

by Zachary Uram
(c) 2017

Thursday, November 24, 2016

poem

"Autumn Impressions"

I walk outside in the afternoon.
The fresh cool wind embraces me.

Leaves crunch under foot.
They form a rich tapestry of multicolored hues.
Red, orange, green, yellow and brown.

I visit Starbucks.
I get a pumpkin spice latte with whipped cream and nutmeg.
A nice piece of pumpkin bread rounds out my meal.

Later I arrive back home and lay down for a nap.
I dream of Thanksgiving turkey and pumpkin pie.

(c) 2016, Zachary Uram

Friday, October 9, 2015

new poem

"an autumn day"

a cold breeze passes
leaving goosebumps

i exhale
and my breath is visible

walking in the park
leaves satisfyingly crunch under foot

i take a sip
of my pumpkin spice latte

it is refreshing
i behold the trees

the many hued leaves
create a rich tapestry of color

i arrive home in time for lunch
french onion soup

i smell the sweet carmelized onions
it is topped with melted cheese

a pleasing meal
nourishing and earthy

i sit by the window
reading a book

soon it is evening
i wear a comfy sweater

i drift asleep
dreaming of a Thanksgiving feast

by Zachary Uram, (c) 2015

Sunday, November 25, 2012

"Fall"

chilly winds envelope me
i walk slowly
through the park

trees paint the sky
orange, red, yellow and green
stark vivid hues

my steps are measured
i think of harvest
nature's bounty revealed

wafting through the air
i smell burnt leaves
an intoxicating fragrance

childhood memories stream past
jumping on piles of leaves
moist and crunchy

 - Zachary Uram (c) 2012

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