Then it dawned on me
I never thought it would come
Winter is over
A new day a new haiku

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

Behind towering spires
A beauty far out of reach
I cast my own spell

Stand against the rain
Shaken but as yet unmoved
Waiting for the sun

My wheels are spinning
Does the bar keep on raising
Or have I shrunk back

The further I go
The more lost I have become
Too late to turn back

Banks buckle and burst
Water waiting for its turn
To run to the sea

Out here in the sticks
Far away from sine wave blips
Time like slow rain drips

Spring surely unfurls
Bringing coiled up catkin curls
Fling pollen dust swirls
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