Whitethroat singing
(dedicated to Aniko)

I heard a whitethroat singing,
From a tree that wasn't seen.
And saw a young girl walking
Through corn that grew yet green.

The wind that set it waving
Attended a silent dream.
While green becoming hedging,
Heedless of axe unforeseen,

Embraced the sunsheen waiting
Of wife, mother, son between.
The whitethroat still was singing,
Yet still could not be seen.

Hampshire, June 2018