pindo palm

by Carol Bass

New Year's Hawk

pindo palm

the cardinal mother, our sister
with mysterious wisdom

choosing a palm we planted last year,
toward the end of one drooping frond
capable of good rocking,
she constructed a hidden home 
while eggs were forming in her belly
she knew about protection 

moss, dried oak leaves, pine straw, a bit of fabric
comfort, security 
a universal knowing 
of the wind, rain, and sun
of the bird
of the tree