Migration

It is almost spring
and I have just come home,
having just been there,
like those black-necked geese
flying home to home.

Canada Goose

There the robin had arrived
clumsy and bold-breasted
on the last snow
that came
like the first.

Copyright 2013 by DM Denton

Here the robin stayed
small and poised
to see the winter through—
this bare, green winter
that would’ve been even longer
without it.

Copyright 2013 by DM Denton

The doves welcomed me back,
side by side in the open sway of the lilac.

collared doves

The blackbird teased with its company;
so often my only company.

Blackbird





This is some old writing, the opening pages of a journal I did while living in England, written after returning from a visit to the States. I offer it for all those who have, at some time, experienced being transplanted in one way or another.


donatellasmallest©Artwork and writing, unless otherwise indicated, are the property of Diane M Denton. Please request permission to reproduce or post elsewhere with a link back to bardessdmdenton. Thank you.

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21 thoughts on “Migration

  1. Hi Diane, nature gives the best welcome backs! Your lovely art is always such a treat, thank you very much for sharing it with us. “Flying home to home” 🙂 it must have felt like that for you when you came back to England perhaps. To belong in two places, like the geese…

    xx

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  2. Diane, I enjoyed the art and reflections in this post. Whilst I have always lived in Australia, like many, I have family members with feet in two countries. They call Australia home and still visit and keep in touch with their country of origin as an important part of their identity.

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    • Thank you, Margaret! It certainly is much more common these days for people to live away from their country, their original home. I lived in England for 16 years and there were so many things about it that seemed more aligned with who I was … but, there was ‘a season’ for being there, and now it is one for being here.

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  3. I love what you express in this poetry, and of course your beautiful paintings! And I can remember how it feels going “home to home” – back in my college days, shifting gears from dormitory life to a visit home, and back again to the dorm. It was a form of migration and adjustment. This post is lovely as always, Diane!

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    • Thank you! Yes, it is so nice to see those returning and hearing the spring songs of those who have stayed through the winter. Today spring was finally in the air – a beautiful sunny day and tomorrow is supposed to be warmed. Blessings always! XO

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