Softer Still

You long for sea oats and a spot in the sand

I only give you sagebrush and a steep climb

Ask me for the warmth of the ocean just south

We travel far west, a freezing mountain lake

Seeing where I come from and where it all leads

Every way the opposite of things you’ve seen

Then grace infused every cell you possess

Cloaked you in a comfort for my foreign ways

Now you adorn me with bunches of snipped sage

Walking you down the banks to dangle your toes

Home, as only your beach ever could comp...