August
rushes by like desert rainfall,
A flood of frenzied upheaval,
Expected,
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
Source: joyousoccasions
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That is very lovely - thank you.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this. It is beautiful.
How beautiful! Thanks be to God that we have words to enrich the heart of our soul.
ReplyDeleteI so treasure having you with me each day.