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Showing posts with label stars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stars. Show all posts

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Speckled Stars

Rain brings challenges
Drought took hundred year old oaks in low lands.

Weed starves meadowpads
Mallow taproot gets her claws deep in the compost.

Steer avoid Russianthistle
Windwitch (tumbleweed) bakes in ricotta cheesecake.

Hand pain farming
Rose wax, jojoba, calendula ease cracking skin.

Planets dodge meteors
Filaree throws her seeds unwanted under stones.

Bones recall youthdew
Burclover, pigweed, flea bane of the past.

Breathe treasure oxygen
Prickle molecules of ancient lungs teach gardening.

Text message milkyway
Acronyms jumble instead be here holding me. 

Speckled Stars Poem

Caroline Gerardo 1/7/2016 
Copyright all rights reserved images and poetry are mine

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Saturday, October 8, 2016

Fall Simmer

I love Fall
Simmer garlic, onions, peppers and squash...
Vegetables picked before I let the chickens out at dawn.
Shush don't point to poultry there's feed in the lower garden.
You'll find it strange if I tell the names of the chooks.
Dixie is a speckled Sussex. She's first. 
Dixie leads a chick band, though she isn't the largest or a rooster. 
Dixie is the daughter of my neighbor's male from his rogue visit.

Yesterday I picked the last pumpkins up from the raised beds, 
they stand guard outside the front gate. 
Chickens will eat pumpkins before Halloween if inside.

Last night coyotes yelped and hollered at three A.M. 
With mag flashlight in hand, 
I went out to have a meeting with them.
They know I have a shotgun.
"Want me to drive down to the barn and settle this?" I yell.
They gather, silent. No snickers about my nightgown.
Answer came from Dr's barn in the canyon where 
puppies cry and the big dogs growl.
Ursula Major and Minor point towards
solar lights in the valley below. 
Glow shares from stars to crescent moon,
platinum against a cloudless dome.
Coyotes look up with me in that moment.
The pack's paws crunch on ash leaves,
scattered on rocks, now become softer.
Coy wolves leave without argument. 
"Try luck with bucks grazing in the oak grove," 
I whisper to their long gone tails. 

Copyright October 8 2016 Caroline Gerardo
Recipe:
3 garlic cloves cut very fine
1 whole onion (type you have) chopped well
1 bell pepper chopped up (more coarse than the first two)
1 carrot chopped fine
saute above in cheap olive oil on medium about a tablespoon of oil
1 cup chopped squash - you pick the type - but peel it
add squash to saute and cook a minute
add 2 cups vegetable stock or chicken stock (don't tell my chickens about the stock)
tablespoon thyme leaves yes not teaspoon
1/2 teaspoon oregano
tiny sea salt to taste start with 1/4 teaspoon depending if stock is salted then none
tablespoon of soy sauce
hot peppers to taste (this amount and type up to YOU)
Allow to simmer
do you have a hot soup blender? use it to cream half the soup
You don't have a soup blender then use your fork best you can
If you like creamy add 1/2 cup greek nonfat yogurt at the end just as you serve
slice basil in threads and place about a tablespoon on top
Yummy soup is ready
Happy #NationalFarmDay

My neighbor's pen




Thursday, November 27, 2014

Grateful For Glow of Love

Chat about the day.
You wait on me, dinner from La Serena grill.
Relaxation.
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.
Love,
C G