Confessions: Stevens Pass

Wenatchee River, Leavenworth, Wash.

The smell of trees
And memories seep through the snow;

Cascading peaks
Faces obscure in vales of mist;

Moonlight falling
Slivers itself on mountain streams;

Towns, houses, barns
Shed pools of light by silver roads;

Bare river trees
And orchard rows slip past half known.

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