Pam Olson

Rookie (San Diego)

I Remember August - Poem by Pam Olson

I remember August:
that breathy space before fall;
the long slow arc of the sun
touching the northern horizon.

I remember August:
its dampness confined to fog
pulled along the seashore's edge
and into the bays and rivers.

I remember
silent waves rocking small stones:
shifting, slipping, and sliding
sibilant sighs and whisperings.

I remember
the hay lying cut and straight,
drying in the summer sun
waiting for the baler to come.

I remember August:
with the soft shade and shadows,
and the long hours of twilight
creeping slowly toward the night.

On this October rain day
I remember August.


Comments about I Remember August by Pam Olson

  • Rookie - 0 Points Peter A. Crowther (10/15/2005 8:23:00 AM)

    Very good atmospheric poem. I enjoyed reading it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 14, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, October 17, 2005


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