‘August rushes by like a desert rainfall,
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~