Bolivar Lighthouse

Childhood Memory

Looming beneath clinging mist

A shapeless presence 

Appears in the murky morning 

Piercing skyward 

Peering around 

Pulling all to self 

Beacon beckoning those adrift 

Through narrow straight

To safe harbor

Author's Note

A childhood memory shrouded by mystery and purpose, a place of supreme enchantment.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of description. I was station for three years at Monterey. I loved the view and I love the lighthouses. Each one, different and beautiful. Thank you Allen for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[AllenS]

Thanks for reading Coyote. Childhood memories enrich late life.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. You are welcome and a wonderful poem.