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Desert Snow
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Emily Strauss


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Salty dry like the desert itself
the snow falls in bursts, pounds
like tiny rice grains, collects fast
into drifts, blows like the dust
that usually thickens the air but
so cold my hands stiffen
and fail to work,
so cold that it lies in the bone dry
washes waiting for the sun, reminding
me of salt before it fades away
at the first rays
as if it never was.
 
 
© by Emily Strauss.
Used with the author’s permission.
 

 

 

Emily Strauss has an M.A. in English, but is self-taught in poetry, which she has written since college. More than 550 of her poems appear in a wide variety of online venues and in anthologies, in the U.S. and abroad. The natural world of the American West is Emily’s usual framework; she also considers the narratives of people and places around her. Emily is a retired teacher and lives in Oregon with a small dog and a black cat.

 


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Eiken:
Lovely, quite surreal! Maire x
Posted 11/12/2012 12:16 PM
Larry Schug:
Snow in the desert is a mystical and metaphorical experience, though really a function of altitude, most likely. The poem rings true.
Posted 11/12/2012 11:50 AM
rtaylor947@aol.com:
I've never seen snow in the desert either, but this poem really puts me there.
Posted 11/12/2012 09:20 AM
John:
A fine desert painting; I can see the drifts blowing in the wind.
Posted 11/12/2012 08:29 AM
dotief@comcast.net:
Very nice! I love the line breaks. The images are beautifully rendered.
Posted 11/12/2012 05:36 AM


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