Visitation

I love the spring migrations.  TruGreen shows up at our door every year offering to kill off all the things which we love about our yard... the dandelions and clover, the patch of some purple weed in back.  We are the neighborhood haven for bees and butterflies and migrating birds.  We are a safe spot for the migrating birds to rest.

The back yard is full

Of white crowned sparrows,

A visitation

Of sparrows.

My beloved says

They winter here

But these must be

From the South,

Migrating through.

We listen for accents

To help us know

Where they are from.

Maybe they have a song

They learned in the South.

We admire this visitation,

Wait and hope

To see the next one.