Patiently he waits

As I spade open the ground

For a wormy feast

Magenta skyline

Ever reaching Poplar spines

Anywhere but mines

Sun pendulum swing

Bring us back the light again

I forgot your face

Can I see myself

As other people see me

And would I want to?

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