August

"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

"Let me enjoy
this late-summer day of my heart
while the leaves are still green
and I won't look so close
as to see that first tint
of pale yellow slowly creep in.
I will cease endless running
and then look to the sky
ask the sun to embrace me
and then hope she won't tell
of tomorrows less long than today.
Let me spend just this time
in the slow-cooling glow
of warm afternoon light
and I'd think
I will still have the strength
for just one more
last fling of my heart."
- John Bohrn, Late August

August is a special month to me. My mother was born in August. The year she turned 73, that would be 1996, my fourth granddaughter was born on the very same date. When August 22nd comes in just a few short weeks, mom will be 85 and Sarah Grace, twelve. I have the most marvelous picture of the two of them together from Sarah's first birthday party here at my house. I love that photo. A copy of it sits in a frame at mom's house and has for all these years.

I'll see if I still have a copy on my old computer... why haven't I ever got all those pictures transferred like I planned on when I got the new one years ago ... or if I have a printed copy stored with the other photos in one of the spare bedrooms. I will for sure find a copy in time to put it up for their shared day of celebration.