the rocks smell of rain,
and somehow too
of growing things that cling
to cracks and grooves
I imagine, when breaking
needles of spruce into cider,
this must be the scent
of wild-some joy
© Sarah Whiteley
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Absolutely beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Surrounded by tiny moments of bliss, as captured here. Thank you for sharing, Sarah.
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So glad you appreciated it! 🙂
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I did! 🙂
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Lovely, Sarah, especially “the scent of wild-some joy”. I just pre-ordered WANDERING WONDERFUL and am looking forward to its arrival.
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Thank you very much! I truly hope you enjoy it! ❤
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I too love that “scent of wild-some joy” – what a great phrase! And I know that scent, high in the mountains. Makes me nostalgic for my hiking days. Beautiful poem, Sarah! ❤️
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Thank you! There’s nothing quite like that scent. 🙂
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P.S. beautiful photo too. I presume that’s in the Cascades somewhere?
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Yes, it’s in the central Cascades on the way up to Rachel Lake. Which is at 4,665 feet above sea level. Spent two blissful nights up there in awful weather. But we just call that “adventure” around here. 🙂
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Will have to look on my map – I’m not familiar with Rachel Lake, but looks and sounds like a gorgeous spot!
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Definitely worth the effort to get there.
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😀
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I think you’re right 🙂
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