Sonnet About California
Beauty in Lockets: A Postcard Greeting
A breeze, soft spoken, meadows of heather-
cautious in the shade of the redwood trees.
Down Route One, tar softer than feathers.
Breathless in moments of a realized dream.
Imported skin - dark and nearly opaque.
On her mountain’s cheek, I kissed so lightly.
The coming of moons, my view they did take-
perched above dimming lights, I wept nightly.
It’s a soul of its own; softly it moves
catching the new pilgrims right where they stand.
The Pacific, she hums tones of deep blue.
I kiss her warm lips; I hold her cold hands.
One wish, to drink all her blue saline shores.
I promise to covet the West no more.
A breeze, soft spoken, meadows of heather-
cautious in the shade of the redwood trees.
Down Route One, tar softer than feathers.
Breathless in moments of a realized dream.
Imported skin - dark and nearly opaque.
On her mountain’s cheek, I kissed so lightly.
The coming of moons, my view they did take-
perched above dimming lights, I wept nightly.
It’s a soul of its own; softly it moves
catching the new pilgrims right where they stand.
The Pacific, she hums tones of deep blue.
I kiss her warm lips; I hold her cold hands.
One wish, to drink all her blue saline shores.
I promise to covet the West no more.