High June
Crept up unannounced
Through rain
The garden a density of green
Where flowers sing
Clematis blooming again high
In the birch tree
Sunlight warms fresh earth
Arms stretched
Embracing
A myriad of insects.
Wing eaten off
The dead thrush on the doorstep
A cat’s offering?
Caught at the anvil
Shell-less snail still in beak
So fades the high song
The evening heartache.