Ode to Spring

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?


Notes
An entry for "SENIOR CENTER FORUM" 
Prompt: "FINALLY SPRING!"

Thank you for taking time to read my words.  I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment.  Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise are all equally welcome.

Ken