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  1. Icicles at sunrise: no even-toed ungulates
    come plodding to the cherry, therefore.
    But a titmouse lands there, the peachy-
    brown streak in his breast the same rust
    in a tree sparrow’s cap or a broomsedge stem.
    Some days are copper-lined, are meat and wine
    and crackling logs the little match girl strikes
    flint after flint to enter. I’d take her hand
    and sit her on our laps, wrap her in a tufted
    comforter. Small songbird, acrobatic forager,
    you’ve buried your hoard of morsels so long
    in the ground– pine and beech, oak, fruit
    of the candleberry. My desire is also quietly
    eager for spring. Nothing much yet on the ground–
    but pry open the secrets in each gravelly seed;
    carry them aloft, bear some to the one I love.

    ~ Luisa A. Igloria
    01 17 2011


  2. Dave — small change: I decided to make the titmouse a “she”. ~ Luisa

    Icicles at sunrise: no even-toed ungulates
    come plodding to the cherry, therefore.
    But a titmouse lands there, the peachy-
    brown streak in her breast the same rust
    in a tree sparrow’s cap or a broomsedge stem.
    Some days are copper-lined, are meat and wine
    and crackling logs the little match girl strikes
    flint after flint to enter. I’d take her hand
    and sit her on our laps, wrap her in a tufted
    comforter. Small songbird, acrobatic forager,
    you’ve buried your hoard of morsels so long
    in the ground– pine and beech, oak, fruit
    of the candleberry. My desire is also quietly
    eager for spring. Nothing much yet on the ground–
    but pry open the secrets in each gravelly seed;
    carry them aloft, bear some to the one I love.

    ~ Luisa A. Igloria
    01 17 2011



  4. HAIKUS ON ICICLES AT SUNRISE
    1.
    Icicles at sunrise
    Streak a titmouse on its breast
    With cherry colours.

    2.
    Icicles at sunrise
    Are prism on barren branches
    Shone through by sunlight.

    3.
    Icicles at sunrise
    Sparkle on downy flakes
    Falling on black leaves.

    4.
    Icicles on sunrise
    Cast rainbow tints on shadows
    Of brittle bramble.

    5.
    Icicles on sunrise
    Become scarecrow posts when
    Mid-day shadows loom.

    6.
    Icicles on sunrise
    Are blades suspended on trees,
    Are grass blades come spring.

    — ALBERT B. CASUGA
    Mississauga, O1-17-11

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