Tans

July radiance on the heart
leaves its tans in muted touches,
forgotten in the haste of August
until the cool of fall blows it breath
and suddenly that warmth remembered
blossom in the intensity of October’s tones,
They softly cast a spell of caresses
as the leaves, which grew in summer
by so many countless kisses ,
feeling like floating on a wind,
mind so swept a loft in the airy drift
where that sweet balm of longing
flows its power into the nostrils,
inhaling it with all its spell.

And all around the landscape and sky
bring their own fall magic to each sight
until you can’t gaze without throbbing inside,
unable to stroll that it doesn't sway
so insides feel like dancing on the breeze
on the current of love’s thoughts.

How deeply grows the urge
for holding what burned so hot
under the sun of the long hot season.

Now it haunts with its own vivid charm,
happily accepting its power
as a harvest of heart beats.
Ready to move deeper into the magic
created by the way each scene observed
becomes its own silent reminder
of days filled with quivering quintessence
giving unforgettable fiery tremors
so craved to duplicate
during the moment s of being
apart of September’s canvas.