Scrape the scales away
Open up my morning eyes
Heavy with fresh dew
A new day a new haiku
Scrape the scales away
Open up my morning eyes
Heavy with fresh dew

Launch from Hawthorne branch
Escaping from your prying
Colours thick with dew

Look beyond your eyes
Perspective opens the mind
Lean to the outside

Willow leaves and bends
Breathe in as the scent ascends
Spring is here again

Climb another beech
Look out at the city reach
Hear words without speech

Soon the leaves will bud
Covering your fragile limbs
Feet slide in the mud

I felt the last sun
Dip below the horizon
Wait for a season

Synapses connect
In a tangled woven mess
Neurons lay a hedge

Then it dawned on me
I never thought it would come
Winter is over

If flowers could write
Poetry, would we be more
Likely read it?

On mites, worms and ticks
You thrive. With horse hair and sticks
Build a nest of tricks
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