[Soaring Feather]

So sorry to bother, would you kindly change the date in the title to August 6, 2007?

Thank You.

[Soaring Feather]

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