Winter Visitors

Jan 17, 2018

If you don’t like visitors
Don’t live on the bay at the Jersey Shore.

Summer company arrive by car
Almost every weekend, if the sun shines,
And leave when it rains.

Winter visitors are overwhelming.
They fly in from all over the world
With no off-season reservations.

First the Swan bring their
Teenagers like “trick-or-treaters”
Begging at our door.

The Loon visit, but don’t socialize
Diving, diving, busy, busy
Not a glance in our direction.

The Buffleheads are next
A mob, with white head scarves.
They ignore our welcoming chirps.

The Redheads,
with glistening complexions,
Come to rest and have leisurely meals.

The honeymooning Harlequins,
Eyes only for each other,
Snuggle on the ice

The Merganser, with “rock band” hairdos
Twist their heads
Like Ringo drummers.

Many of their visits overlap.
Creating a tapestry on the water
Of brown, white, grey, and green.

By late spring, migration guests depart.
The bay is left to us, the sea gulls,
And visitors arriving by car.

Irene Bausmith


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