Even at a time when I wasn’t so busy, summer was short-lived. I wrote this poem in 2001 just before 9/11. I was kicking back and enjoying Labor Day and the last few days of summer just before school started, and before that fateful event.
AUGUST
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.
© 2001 Elizabeth Maua Taylor
UPDATE~~The thing about posting one’s words online is, one never knows where they will show up. I have submitted my poems to an online poetry community a few years back, including the above poem. Later on, I discovered the above poem at a garden site. Today I decided, being it’s the end of August, to look around and I found my poem posted in a few more places such as this gardening site owned by a retired librarian and martial artist, Savannah Now which is a group of Savannah blogs, WhiskeyRiver, a daily poetry/quote blog, Artful Thoughts, which is a very nice Christian site, Karate4Kids USA, this feminist blog…and, oh good grief, a slash Stargate fanfic of which I won’t link!
