Whitethroat singing
(Dedicated to Anikó Kover)
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.
And the whitethroat still was singing,
Yet still could not be seen.
© RM Meyer
Hampshire, June 2018