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
