"August rushes by like 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~
"Whilst August yet wears her golden crown, ripening fields lush-bright with promise; summer waxes long, then wanes, quietly passing her fading green glory on to riotous autumn."
~Michelle L. Thieme~
