Indian Summer

I do love this summer weather in autumn, but wonder how long it will last.

Indian summer

veiled in mist
swirls, rushing back –
a breath on my cool cheek.
Gushing warmth beguiles.
Swallows linger
in brittle reeds.

As daylight dwindles,
even shadows dance away;
lips are teased 
by sizzling kisses

We waltz in a whirlwind
of copper and lime,
foliage flurrying across
baked terrain.

East wind blasts
a spangled rime –
vaporizing into brume.