
Ripening fields lush, bright with promise;
Summer waxes long, then wanes, quietly passing
Her fading green glory on to riotous Autumn.
Michelle L. Thieme

August rushes by like desert rainfall,
A flood of frenzied upheaval,
Expected,
But still catching me unprepared.
Like a match 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 wished for more,
But it suddenly turns to leave,
Dragging summer away.
Elizabeth M. Taylor
A flood of frenzied upheaval,
Expected,
But still catching me unprepared.
Like a match 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 wished for more,
But it suddenly turns to leave,
Dragging summer away.
Elizabeth M. Taylor
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