Yreka

The air was so
crisp and earthy
     in
           Yreka
I wanted to stay.

Yreka
     land of trees
           and
     rainbows
Hickory and Redwood
wafting through the air
Pungent, made me homesick
           for
     my mountain home.

We saw a halo
like when at Sea
the magical lights
shining in the sky
long before the
land reaches up
over the horizon
into the
cool night sky.
It shone madly
     in the blackness

There was even
     a lighthouse.

Strange, for
we were not
at Sea.

(Written in 1985)