Tuesday, July 24, 2012


Lisa A.Williams

August came,
and I remembered-
the onslaught
of things lost,
fading in their sun scorched fields,
 withering to fall’s intrusion,
filled with promises
of redemption.
I breathed in
her solemn splendor,
felt summer’s sorrow
knowing she would return,
in her same old lazy way.
She would be the same,
   it is I who would be different.


  1. I love this poem. It. Resonates with me

  2. This poem reminds me of the end of summer camp and about to go home for the school year. Sleep away camp never changed, it was a solid piece of my childhood. Nothing seemed to get painted and the forest always familiar. It was me that changed through those years. This poem was really powerful for me. Thank you!


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