19 October 2018

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.


  1. 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!

    1. Hey, it is good to meet a fellow Washingtonian.

      Thanks for your kind words!