Sagada Scents

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I wake up to the

Aroma of arabica

This gray morning

In this now quiet town,

There’s gentle drizzle

Glistening on rooftops,

May it turn to rain,

To ease the pain 

Of trees in nearby

Burning mountains,

And quench the thirst

Of parched payew*

In distant villages.        

*payew – irrigated rice terraces

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Luchie Maranan

Luchie Maranan is a past president of the Baguio Writers Group and presently the Vice-Chairperson of the Dap-ayan ti Kultura iti Kordilyera, an alliance of progressive cultural workers and organizations and artists in the Cordillera region. She writes poetry, essays, short stories for children, and does translation. She is also a book editor, and her works have been anthologized.

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