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August, dreams, Elizabeth Maua, end of summer, nature poetry, poem, summer
Come back summer I didn’t mean what I said!
August
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
