Mar 6, 2025
spring returns
Spring arrives, with mud and muck, field and plain, you see, From winter's cold slumber, weeds pop up (no flowers, sadly!). The sparrows chirp and fuss, annoyed in every tree, Those quiet, bland cold days are gone (not "bitter," too dramatic, maybe!).
The sun shines down, the soil just turns to icky clay, Weeds sprout like crazy, bugs burst forth to ruin the day. A dusty breeze blows, bringing sneezes on the air, Allergies are back, attacking noses everywhere (humans too, beware!).
The world, it seems, again takes on a weird, strange hue, Each view a landscape of, well, mud and icky goo. The "joy" of spring cleaning, hits you hard and true (no choice, it's time to do!). A weary heart just counts the sneezes coming through.
