Caldera Lake

I try to spot Mt Shasta when I fly
from SFO to PDX – half-way
it makes my milestone. I couldn’t spy
its loftiness in yesterday’s display.
The sky was clear, but so much snowfall lay
below our path, the mountain didn’t stake
its usual command of peak array.
Instead what dazzled me was Crater Lake.


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