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Poem: The Ending of August

In other places summer still burns
Strongly in the heart of August
Not here in the Pacific Northwest
Instead of the dog days the cool
Winds of fall have begun their creep
Stealing away the heat one night
For it never to return for nine months
Replaced instead by gray mornings 
Of an August claiming to have fulfilled
Its role in the seasons even as it sends
Creeping fog laced with cold dew
To nip at the heels of the walker still
In flip flops not ready to accept change
That is only perceptible in the weather
As the evergreens never betray coming
Fall in the way their easternly cousins do

Copyright © 2021 TJS Sherman All rights reserved.


7 thoughts on “Poem: The Ending of August

  1. To nip at the heels of the walker still
    In flip flops

    I really like the word “nip” here, Tom… the whole poem was lovely 🙂

    BTW – you wrote “it’s” in one place, where I think you intended to write “its”… (forgive me if I’m wrong!)


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  2. Up here in the northEASTERN corner, we have weird seasons as well, including Mudseason (lasts almost forever between Winter and Spring) and our usual 4 or 5 day Summer.

    Awesome work. Thanks.

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