Snowflakes sail past like far-flung voyagers. On the otherwise lifeless tansy stalks, a green sprig harbors a single, yolk-colored bloom.


  1. Scherenschnitte

    On otherwise lifeless
    tansy stalks, a green sprig
    and a single yolk-

    colored bloom. Snowflakes
    drift past: far-flung voyagers,
    their exile brief, their nostalgia

    cut and crystalled with salt.
    Harbor me in cold earth,
    my winter lover. I long

    for home most of all
    when small birds come
    to forage for seed

    and light sieves
    through cracks
    in stones.

    ~ Luisa A. Igloria
    12 18 2010

    1. I’m glad you did this one! It was one of those times when I felt especially chafed by the 140-character limit. This might be my favorite in the series so far. The title really adds another whole dimension, too.

Comments are closed.