August

A flood of frenzied upheaval,
Expected,
But still catching me unprepared.
Like a match flame
Bursting on the scene,
Heat and haze of crimson sunsets.
Like a dream
Of moon and dark barely recalled,
A moment,

Shadows caught in a blink.

Like a quick kiss;

One wishes for more
But it suddenly turns to leave,
Dragging summer away."
                                                                         

-  Elizabeth Maua Taylor, August