The Visitor

In memory of my Uncle Bob, born on May 12, 1940. He passed away in 2007. Great Blue Herons frequented the family farm where he spent the last several years of his life, but this is the only time we’ve ever had one visit our farmyard.

Photo credit: Scott Sime

The Visitor

Immersed in my thoughts, I weed, trim, turn soil.
My flower beds, a refuge
from the sadness in my heart.
Yet another loss, not unexpected, but still…

An unfamiliar sound — I look up.
So very close, a Great Blue Heron,
large wings slowly beating,
balancing precariously on slender tree branch.

I sit back, mesmerized,
as it watches me.
An unlikely visitor to my backyard.
I slowly stand, take soft steps, draw closer.

In a moment, it takes flight,
crosses above me, lights on lofty perch,
gazes back my way.
I am spellbound.

Could it be him…
I quietly watch my extraordinary guest,
admire graceful wings extending,
as it lifts off for farewell flight.

High above the barn and tall spruces,
towards the setting sun.
An incredible sight…
I am so blessed.