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Wenatchee River, Leavenworth, Wash. |
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.
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!
ReplyDeleteHey, it is good to meet a fellow Washingtonian.
DeleteThanks for your kind words!