I so love nature… Why doesn’t she love me? (Humor Form: Quatrains)
|Ode to Spring
Ahhhhhchoooo (God bless me) It must be Spring.
A time when leaves are opening
and pollen starts to fill the air;
It coats my car and dusts my hair.
Don't get me wrong. I love this time
when the earth is in its prime;
the yellows of the daffodils,
the shamrocks, green upon the hills.
The bright hydrangea's flowered ball,
the majestic Iris standing tall;
this lovely pallet across the earth
reminds us of a new year's birth.
The sunlight filters through the air
with dust motes dancing everywhere.
I look upon the rainbow skies;
the hues a gift of tearing eyes.
The crocus brightly paint the hills,
compete in colors with the pills
that I must take or, as they say...
The beauty takes my breath away.
The myriad colors are so lovely.
I love nature...
Why doesn't she love me?
An entry for "SENIOR CENTER FORUM Mourning Countrymom"
Prompt: "FINALLY SPRING!"
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