Blue Jay Fly Poem
Pinnate compound leaves hold lamina arranged on a mid vein.
Ash trees in my garden struggle for life over photosynthesis.
Leaf torn from a petiole dies faster than a family together in pain.
Green perfumes of mint, thyme, and weeds without bitterness.
hear them?
see birds fly?
ask why?
But what they need is fine example, water, and sunlight.
Every sunrise I share the rosary in whispered prayer.
Devoting to Mary the blue jay's call for clear foresight.
hear them?
see birds fly?
ask why?
Is there a day we stop worrying for our offspring?
I ask this, little bird as you eat peanuts and sing
copyright © Caroline Gerardo August 24, 2018
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