Saturday, August 1, 2015


"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~