thirty-year-old letters . . .
the fresh scent
of pine seedlings
springing up in the clear cut


9 Responses

  1. bouwebrouwer Says:

    Very nice. I can smell all the different scents of the forest. The old, decayed leaves and the fresh new ones.

  2. Jan Dobb Says:

    Pain and optimism so beautifully juxtaposed. I was moved.

  3. janewilliams Says:

    spring cleaning
    old love letters
    at last my name
    in his handwriting
    getting lighter

  4. Janet Says:

    I love the imagery you use here. I've been lately discarding decades-old letters and cards

  5. Janet Says:


    I love the imagery you use. I've been lately discarding decades-old letters and cards, too. They're not mine, but I do believe I detect that same fresh scent.

  6. Patrick Says:

    This is a phenomenal poem. I also was moved.

  7. seaviewwarrenpoint Says:

    Beautiful, Jenny. Great use of the sense of smell in this one.


  8. Alan Summers Says:

    Beautifully crisp tanka!

    * * *

    the longest night
    of a longer day
    our broken moons
    a lost email
    crosses over

    Alan Summers
    Brass Bell: Alan Summers
    issue of brass bell, featuring poems by Alan Summers (July 2015)

  9. kalaramesh Says:

    Good one, Jenny.
    I love each line here!

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