Passing

Once in my garden

Wanderer Butterfly would flitter by

at the start of September

harbringer of spring and renewal of my creativity

now they come in late October with the rain

Agapanthus would always raise their purple heads

by Melbourne Cup Day

now they nod open closer to Christmas

Tawny Frogmouth would arrive in November

their thrilling throb would sound into the twilight

on All Souls Day

they roosted on the edge of the property

until the neighbours removed the trees for a view

I remember these small griefs

late butterflies

late blooms

and a lost family of night birds

calling calling

into the silence