A poem for late August

rushes by like desert rainfall,
A flood of frenzied upheaval,
But still catching me unprepared.
Like a matchflame
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

Image: sunset at Eastham, MA, Cape Cod

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Fran said...

That is very lovely - thank you.

Philomena Ewing said...

I love this poem. I always find this part of the year momentous because it marks the threshold of leaving behind those wonderful restorative "summer pastures" we have been enjoying and even though I am now retired I know and empathise well with the feelings of teachers and students who are preparing for a new academic year.
Thanks for this. It is beautiful.

A Thorn Among Many said...

How beautiful! Thanks be to God that we have words to enrich the heart of our soul.

I so treasure having you with me each day.