Eucalyptus on my desk, a California feeling
I think of often, as I sit. The thought is so appealing.
Picture redwoods, stellar’s jays, the ocean blue and crashing,
The piers along the shoreline, water underneath them splashing.
Portulaca, lemon trees, and avocados fruiting
Blue skies, the wind, the surf, the beach, world’s craziness refuting..
The dry, brown hills, the orange poppies everywhere are swaying.
This land of beauty, fire, and rain; I wish that I were staying.