Landlocked

Swimming to an Autumn Sea

siren of 
the dying 
garden,
your only sea
the birdbath
spray
drenching
the air
from
wings
not waves

earthbound,
staked 
and fixed,
your mermaid
shape 
weathered 
wet
sees trees
not kelp

maiden of
the deep,
swimming through
leaf laden
autumn air, it's
chrysanthemums
not coral 
that surround 
your
upturned tail 

For the Record,
This day came in cloudy and cool. It feels like the first day of autumn.

All hands wishing the weekend could be longer.