San Andreas
In this part of my world
the overwhelming scent
of California bay willow,
much more potent than its
European cousin, takes me back
to a remembrance of things past.
I had just set foot on the land
where San Andreas
ripped its fault line through
this place now called home
a new beginning
a new chapter, a new life.
Now in these golden days
savoring all those glowing moments
I stand here beneath the Buckeyes
the leaves letting go one by one
amongst the memories, the beauty
and the radiance of the setting sun.