Equilux heating up

 Late september was sinking in
The summer was kicking in
low hum low warmness
early morning glow

curtain open light floods in
routine clicks and the day continues
I am alive and the sky is clear
obeying the treatise of spring

I became the month itself
smooth and suave dragging August
Closer to October
grabbing the day between rise and set

I was heating up
new shoots on bark
rough, sweet and fresh that's it
I was trying for that

There are thirty days in me
A wheat harvesting maiden looking at me
And by the end of it some scales to weigh it all
North gives Autumn, Spring here south

I became the month in those upside down seasons
The equal nox lining up like a gnomon hole