Miles of restless blue waters
Shatter against the sand beneath my toes.
November is too frigid to swim
And the ocean is widowed once more.
Parted from the charm of summer and her honeyed warmth
The ocean morns his once crowded beaches.
Eighty-sixed and forgotten,
He looks to me, the last of his most loyal patrons.
I dip my palms in his salty tears and breath in his briny scent.
My body quivers at his arctic touch and I shy away.
The waves are furious, rising tide and begging me to stay.
My sandals have turned into snow boots,
My towel has become a tunic.
You have become cold and I have become reserved.
Summer will shine her light again and the others
Will run back with their bear feet.
However my toes will always be covered
And my heart will never be thawed.