West Coast Nostalgia

Bright leaves slowly drop.
Giant maples sway in the breeze.
Evergreens stand strong and eternal,
adorning the mountains,
surrounding the sky.
Sounds of waves crashing and sweeping,
leaving behind treasures and trash.
Damp, heavy air full of the smell of loam.
So distant, removed from here, from now.
Endless rolling prairie.
Big distant sky.
Rapid thunderstorms,
then sunlight.
Bountiful, enduring snow.
There is beauty here,
But not like my home.