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


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.