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Scent of Salmon

Scent of Salmon

Poetry Friday.   Chinook The scent of salmon lingers. Creek waters ripple over smooth stones. Cedar and moss fill the air. At dusk, near water’s edge, bears feast. While snow covers the ground, eggs wait in nesting pockets. Winter turns to spring and in gravelly...
Rain

Rain

Poetry Friday. April showers bring May flowers. RAIN Rain Fell on the roof Dripped steadily from eaves Ran in crooked courses Splattered against windows Came gushing out downspouts Upset plans –found in Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White © 2015 Alice Nine  ...