The smell of trees...

Wenatchee River, Leavenworth, Wash.


The smell of trees

And memories seep through the snow,


Sheer moonlit peaks

Faces obscured by valley mist,


The slivered light

of stars reflected in a stream,


Towns, houses, barns

Shed pools of light by silver roads,


Bare river trees

And orchard rows slip past half known.

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  1. Jody Lee Collins5/28/17, 4:22 PM

    Loren, I came by your blog via Glynn Young's mention of our names on Saturday Good Reads. This is a lovely poem; I'm wondering if you're in the Seattle area--we live in Renton. What a small world!

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    1. Loren Paulsson5/29/17, 7:19 AM

      Hey, it is good to meet a fellow Washingtonian.

      Thanks for your kind words!

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