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Sharon Auberle


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last night
there was snow
and fierce wind
erasing
every print
fox bird
deer human
landscape sculpted
smooth
unmarred
trackless

this morning
blank canvas
you start over
again
the poem
the painting
the road
no footsteps ahead
no easier path
made by those
who’ve gone before

it is only you
and pristine emptiness
dazzling
clean
trackless

This poem first appeared in Peninsula Pulse.
Used here with the author's permission.

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Sharon Auberle is the author of two books, Saturday Nights at the Crystal Ball: a Memoir in Poetry, and Crow Ink, a collection of her poetry and photographs. She loves water and winter, the subjects of many of her poems, and is happy to be back in the land of her roots, the Midwest, after nearly twenty years in the drought-stricken Southwest. Sharon has recently ventured into the world of recorded word, via her new CD, Something After Burning, which features poems from her forthcoming book by the same name, with music backup from some the finest musicians in Door County, Wisconsin. The CD is available for $10 plus $3.50 S. & H., from the author at P.O. Box 701, Sister Bay, Wisconsin 54234. When not writing or out in the woods, Sharon can be found on Facebook or hanging poems and pictures at her website--Mimi's Golightly Café. She freely admits that both take time away from her poetry. Learn more about Sharon here.

     


Post New Comment:
Katrinka:
Wonderful poem, Sharon. Karen W
Posted 12/31/2011 02:04 PM
mimi:
and no, Lincoln, the poem is not from this year (yet). still hoping for snow..
Posted 12/28/2011 05:43 PM
mimi:
thanks for the lovely compliments, everyone, and Happy New Year!
Posted 12/28/2011 05:42 PM
pwax:
You've really captured it,Sharon! Perfect.
Posted 12/28/2011 12:11 PM
lincolnhartford:
Ah how pristine is the word pristine. Poem as pristine as the landscape. I know it doesn't matter, but is your poem from this year's experience? I enjoy the diversity/fullness of your published offerings.
Posted 12/28/2011 10:26 AM
wendy morton:
This poem is a painting. Each word, a brush stroke.
Posted 12/28/2011 10:16 AM
dotief@comcast.net:
Lovely!
Posted 12/28/2011 08:29 AM
ed werstein:
Excellent, Sharon.
Posted 12/28/2011 07:55 AM
Janet Leahy:
A commandment to carry on, start over—the pristine emptiness—lovely. Thanks
Posted 12/28/2011 07:29 AM
jeanie:
beautiful, sharon. i could go for some of that snow any day now.
Posted 12/28/2011 07:29 AM
LisaV:
Nice Sharon! Thanks for this one!
Posted 12/28/2011 06:15 AM


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