Un-Named

Ash
struggle,
I doctored in
 heat of summer.Deep soak nights,
mound compost
wide as canopypray Santa
Ana storms
don't strip
the last leaves.Saint Ann, mother of Mary, hinted in the Qur'an unnamed in the New Testament. Devil winds call Grandmother. Tree lost everything. Naked stands fifty feet offeringbranch for Screech Owl Nanna to wait. Nanna perches in the rung near my window. Frame cracked open, her call wakens. That song welcomes. Less work for me.The owl box fell from a brittle branch. Friend helps me carry it up the Lodge Pole Pine near the chicken coop.The wooden box weighs sixty pounds. Hung in the ash tree alone,
involved a fall, fear stops me
fixing this
project alone. mistletoe remains
Enormous tear drop on bald charcoal lines.I'm on the extended ladder. It becomes Christmas decorations. Got mistletoe glitter ornament from 2014?This is a decoration with one use life.Nature not saved in dark box for a year.Tissue paper doesn't protect the past.
A
Silkie
chicken is
in the "hospital." Name Steve (her name,
hid in a box for our office move) struggles.Inspiration from a cardboard printed with name______   location______.Brown wrapped Steve's belongings. Name Steve suffered injustice.She has no
flying feathers. Giving diet
boosts to growbut she screams
for  buddies. Daughter
cuddles
appeasing
loneliness.
Fall
birds play:
woodpecker, crowds of jays Costa hummingbirds. Rhythms of needs simple. Insurance, payments for collegeand snow tires don't worry them. Care for young, find seeds and water. Birds suffer racism, injustice, and loss.Fear arrives and flies in the hot breeze. Wheelbarrow chips in the cool morning. Maybe go to Rancho Santa Ana Gardens,hike the Morgan Trail, or finish projects. Days soar by,
gain speed.

Caroline Gerardo Copyright November 12 2016Name Steve Poem