Heralds of the Summer
you stopped to hear the bird song from a garden seat
noticed how they shout above the sirens of the street
the red-tipped metal dragons drown out the bitter sweet
of Spring - their songs heard still incomplete
you heard a cuckoo call in the woods above the Thames
not since a child dipping in the clear with my friends
a fisher king darting liquid blue by Cliveden reach
the tiny diamante sticklebacks sparkling on the beach.
they say the robins sing at night to better hear their mates
the buzz of motor-ways cutting through the urban sprawl.
you heard people say “Spring is in the air!” whilst mobile
calling behind the wheel
in offices of sound- proof glass and steel
i-pod stuck inside the ear
did they take the time to hear
heralds of the summer?