The Pacific Northwest
Walk the shore with me
‘neath the towering Douglas Fir
where sharp wood resins fill my senses.
Tempered by a soft sea breeze,
moist earth, a salty tang, and
crisp, cold air.
This is the flavor of home.
Poetry Playing: Day 17
prompt: things you smell, fragrances or odors
It’s National Poetry Month. Write a poem — or two!