A Montana Sentence for the New Year

Sitting beneath ponderosa’s
sparse, but rising skirt,
where life precedes death
in the underworld of winter,

a human breathes in
cold Montana forests
and exhales extraneous adjectives
while sister wind shakes winter
from ponderosas’ green-needle reach,
and branch-covered darkness dissipates
promising hope
in the first morning
of tomorrow’s new year.

Brenda Warren 2013

Process notes: My goal was to imagine being in a place that I would like to be, and write a piece in one sentence from that space regarding the new year.

Thank you for your time in this space last year. I will go outside and caw into the darkness a few times this evening. Happy New Year!!

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