Grackle lessons

I had thought that yoga would be a good idea.  Having never done yoga before, I thought a class entitled Yoga for Beginners would be right up my alley.  It seems my brain did not agree with me.  So I am home learning lessons from the grackles, paying attention to the things I already know how to do, perhaps learning to do them better.

I am home

Making different plans.

The grackles gather

First in the back yard,

Then in the front,

Now in the trees.

They plan their trip south.

I am home

Making plans of my own,

Plans to continue doing

What I am doing,

Things that have worked

Up until now.

Change is not always

A good thing.

The grackles,

After all,

Are planning their usual trip

South for the winter

To return again in the spring

As usual.

I am home

Making usual plans

Like the grackles.

I am home

Learning grackle lessons.

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.