Cry March and Let Slip the Dogwoods!

Here is my tribute to the month of March:

The month that is March, how do I know you are here?

My eyes water and sniffles appear

The dogwoods bloom and pollen fills the air

A sneezing fit renders me incoherent and unaware

A tissue, a tissue I shout aloud

Hurry before I snot on those all about

Spring has assaulted my nostril hairs

Approach with a hanky if you dare

My body buckles with every hitch and delay

Followed by sneezes that won’t abate

How I curse you, the month of March

And the dogwoods with every breath they assault