Pam Burr Smith, “Yellow”

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Later the day the sun liquid gold
leaves papery huge falling buttery raindrops

The trees at every visible level   yellow
the color of lilies in Spring.

Yellow   the carpeted rustling path
The birch trees mountains of yellow

yellow finally the only thing.
Descending the path swallowed by yellow

I walked down into the color itself
like entering delicious and wanted into a lake.


Pam Burr Smith won Honorable Mention in the Maine Poetry Chapbook Competition judged by Mary Oliver in 1993. She has published short stories, essays, articles, and poems in journals and has one poetry book, Heaven Jumping Woman (Moon Pie Press, 2011). Her poetry has been anthologized in Take Heart (DownEast Books, 2013). She is working on her second book of poems.



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