Spring for You is not Spring for Me
You Revel in the scents of Flowers, while I Sneeze
You raise your naked Face to the lengthened Light of the Sun, while I Hide beneath a coating of SPF 100
You point out the Beauty and Rebirth of every new Leaf and Bud, while I wallow in the Pain of a thousand pollen Needles embedded in my Sinuses
Spring for you is Not spring for me
I clutch my Wheezing chest and squeeze tight my Watering eyes
Wake me when Winter is come
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National Poetry Writing Month is nearly at at end. To celebrate it, try your hand at some verse.
Mind of a Mouse 
Oh, I feel for you, Jill. I’m fortunate not to suffer with allergies, but two of my brothers are tortured by them. Nice poem though. 🙂
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Thanks! Lucky you! 🙂
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when one season means so different for two people. Nice!
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thank you 🙂
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