Cascadia

I love that final, dimmest light of day;
That twilight that fights through the overcast
To greet the festive season on display
Amid the brisk pacific ocean blast
Certain to keep me more and more indoors.
But I will sometimes venture forth to breathe
That spirit every northwest nose adores
Whenever the vast waves thalassic seethe
To churn their lucid essence up above  
And give the sky that phytoplankton high
Humans rightly associate with love
And inspiration to the day we die...
No more to whiff the fresh cut Christmas tree,
And sense the vigor of the open sea!