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On the first day of the year I will drive
Straight to the bare hills and beige canyons
The cold silent plains, spread a blanket
And lie down on the ground, watching
The moon's sliver and stars in the black
Night, wrapped in woolen layers knotted
Tight, my hands warm between my legs
I will listen to nothing and suddenly
The empty morning will rise, I will make
Tea and stamp my frozen feet, another
Year in the desert starting today.
© by Emily Strauss.
Used with the author's permission.
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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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Walcottjm:
Lovely. I really like the way you use enjambment.
Posted 01/01/2013 03:20 PM
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islandspirit:
A lovely poem. Oh to have a desert near by. From the wet west coast of Canada.
Posted 01/01/2013 09:05 AM
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TheSilverOne:
Beautiful images to start the New Year with. I will walk out early in the Wis. morning, under the same sky.
Posted 01/01/2013 06:52 AM
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