“Last night’s wet snow…”

This entry is part 56 of 95 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2010-11

Last night’s wet snow sticks here
or there, creating alpine trails
beneath the shadow of low walls,
leaving blank spaces where the wind
has drawn its hasty maps and then
like some cartographer unsure
of where the continents might lie,
erased them… In one of these
pockets drawn as wintry latitudes,
bergamot heads confer, a little
brotherhood of toques blanches.

Luisa A. Igloria
02.08.2011

In response to today’s Morning Porch entry.

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3 Comments


  1. beautiful images…”some cartographer unsure…” and “brotherhood of toques blanches.” Bravo! RT

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  2. Thank you- you’re always so kind :) I couldn’t get to the porch (or my computer) until later this evening, as we had two wonderful writers visiting campus today and I was pretty busy!

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