This month last year

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 ~~~~~~ Click on an image below to access individual galleries. Left click on the larger view to return here. Your comments and votes are always welcome. Enjoy your visit!