Sunday Poetry
Augustby Elizabeth Maua Taylor August rushes by like desert rainfall,A flood of frenzied upheaval,Expected,But still catching me unprepared.Like a matchflameBursting on the scene,Heat and haze of crimson sunsets.Like a dreamOf moon and dark barely recalled,A moment,Shadows caught in a blink.Like a quick kiss;One wishes for moreBut it suddenly turns to leave,Dragging summer away.