The cold of winter days is past
The warmth of spring has come at last
With endless sheets of driving rain
Spring has traveled south again.
I watch temperatures rise with dread,
Pain now pounding in my head.
Still winter yet, calendars say,
Yet pollen counts debuted today.
The shortest month, the longest weeks,
Though branches bare, the stuffed nose speaks.
All senses say spring is not here,
But pollen makes the issue clear.
Flowers spring up all around,
Farmers note with trepidation.
Stomach aches, sneezes abound,
Time to buy the medication.
White petals fly throughout the air
Pleasing all the brides
Not so wonderful to bear
Are runny, weepy eyes.
One medication doesn't work,
Must resort to two.
Three would be still better yet,
But now I have the flu.
Thunderstorms sweep through and bring
Yet more winter weather
Still pollen counts make all folks wish
We'd all flown north together.
The northern states rejoice and sing.
At last, they cry out, this is spring!
The Southerners watch in disdain
As pollen falls like summer rain.
At last, relief is on its way,
Since finally, the month is May.
The heat comes soon with blazing madness
When flowers die with tears and gladness.
Regretfully, spring is no more,
The flowers gone from every door.
Yet, happiness spreads 'midst the pain:
Now, with the heat, we breathe again.
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