1. Up and down the street, the neighbors
    are clearing away the snow and ice.

    Late risers, from upstairs windows we
    admired the powdered roofs and sidewalks,

    the rows of gentle hills atop
    parked cars. Now we pick up

    the shovel and go outside. The trees
    still wear their pelts of white,

    but today the world begins
    to smudge and color at the corners.

    Two ravens veer low over the trees,
    pursued by a pair of crows.

    Between gusts of wind,
    the burble of a Carolina wren.

    ~ Luisa A. Igloria
    12 27 2010

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