where kindness leads

The heat kicks on, housed closed up tight,

kettle whistling. We've traded tanks for woolen
scarves, wardrobes and worlds away from
Sunday's sandy toes, sticky cheeks, and
bare legged babes 'midst the mums.

October is a fickle mistress. My heart's
a warmer, steadier hand's, but autumn
glow has childlike charms, enchanting me 

with glittering tides, a sun-kissed nose.

The leaves turn, and so do we. Harvest
skies keep watch over castles of sand,
and a sapphire mermaid finds her legs,
sweet summer's curtain call.