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!!
undercaws 
This is beautiful, Brenda. Have a richly fulfilling new year.
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Thank you, Sarah. May your year bring beauty and free flowing words from finger to blog. 🙂
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Nice
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You have fulled your goal – this is a beautiful poem. Where is Ponderosa?
I hope you will have a happily creative year in 2014
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Ponderosa is a pine tree, Viv. It’s where I imagined sitting. Thank you for your support and encouragement. Write on!
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