CarolineGerardo haiku, photos, journal

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Spring Comes

 Spring comes.
Forsythia buried under five feet of snow
but Whole Foods sells peonies I know
Sleep on linens washed in lavender water

Ordered galvanized beds?
Combed the seed catalogs?

Spring comes

ready or not

Renews all things.

Sprouts despite rust.

Builds nests from sweaters.

Spring comes!

Prepare your heart:

she'll send dandelions

up in shining glory

gold as fresh honey.

Spring delivers

amazing opportunities for you-

opposite of giving up for Lent,

fingers will create

and hearts share joy.


I'm thinking about gardening.

In California there are no mounds of snow that
crocus seem to melt away. Spring starts
with flycatchers coming back to the creek,
with mourning doves nesting again in my
gazebo and the return of monarch butterflies
to milkweed on the hillside.
I pray for your heart to warm up, may all
your worries be put under your pillow like
those tiny dolls that can eat up the stress.
I keep you in my prayers and heart
for health and what you need.

If anyone wants seeds - email me
I'll mail them snail mail just don't tell
Monsanto. Not that GMO's read poetry.

Sunday, January 4, 2015


Blue and white dishes that were in the secretary
Life's messy.
Tragedy with daughter lead into Christmas Season
I forgot to put the twenty pound weights on the bottom
of the Christmas tree.
I had more than 1032 antique and pre- WWI ornaments.
~ the operative word
Tree spilled over on the front face of the best glass
Some survived the spill.

The beginning of my holiday.
After getting the Noble Fir back upright, it took me
two additional days to re-trim.
"No harm," I kept chanting-
After finishing I went to bed early.
Around two in the morning a hissing sound woke me.
Carson was gone skiing and Blair in Colorado.
Perhaps it was only the wind.
Honey (our elderly Golden Retriever)  started 
howling - this of course engaged the pack coyotes
in the canyon.
There was no moon.
I went downstairs with a baseball bat.
A slugger wasn't the proper tool.
First step down, icy wet-
The whole downstairs was filled with an inch of water.
I ran out front in a white gauzy nightgown 
to turn the main off.
Then my flood cleanup began...
I'm writing a book about drought and the irony
made me keep on track from crying.
Why waste the liquid?
Without running water I hosted family Christmas dinner.
I gave a toast about persevering.
Dinner was grand.
A flood is not going to get me down.
I'm a good swimmer.
How was your holiday?

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Free Christmas Decorations

pine cones with metallic gold spray

Part one of three home made free Christmas decorations.
Use what is local, ask permission from neighbors to trim their trees, have fun.

Foraging for Free Christmas Gifts and Ornaments.
I found these small pine cones on the side of the road in Laguna Canyon.
I sprayed one side with metallic gold. Another half I am going to spray silver. These I just want a little shine. The branches are quite lovely

For the wreaths I cut Frazier Fir, blue spruce, cedar, magnolia, rosemary and herbs from my garden
Tools needed: garden clippers, wire, hangers, maybe gloves if you like and wire pinchers and cutters. For each wreath I used to coat hangers and casually wired them together in two places. The bunches of greenery are wired in a circular pattern  

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Grateful For Glow of Love

Chat about the day.
You wait on me, dinner from La Serena grill.
A movie together smolders into shared passion.
The sounds of traffic blur by the call of the surf.
Ocean dances rhythmically under the grateful firmament.
She gives Christmas lights, before the holiday, all free.
It is Fall.
Sweet gum leaves dry to take flight
only to be spilled crunchy into the fire.
We bake an atmosphere of crimson cinnamon.

I return home to an existence of frightening darkness. 
You have an early morning. 
I make my getaway on the spine of leaves 
or I will fail and stay within your rose colored bed.

Outside, the moon opens a bowl low 
waiting for the cereal of stars to fill her up. 
Dipper shines low in the northern horizon. 
Polaris finds her way over the glimmer of ocean. 

My car rear lights require new bulbs. 

Santa Ana winds whistle offshore. 
They paint the sunset dusty scarlet, 
make the night sky open deeper. 
Heaven grants seer ability to pierce through minds.

Grateful for the glow of love.

Happy Thanksgiving 

Caroline Gerardo
Paintings on left are Van Gogh Autumn Trees
The crescent moon was out over Laguna Beach last night
I wish you all a moment of reflection for the simple
gifts we are given.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Pumpkin into a Carriage

Pumpkin spirit

You have the courage, magic, ability to change the pumpkin into a carriage.
Return to writing, exercise, work and savor beauty to create.

pumpkin lady