Fickle Spring, true sociopath.
How I love you. How I hate you.
One day warm, the next day frozen;
It’s enough to give me the flu.
A feast of color for the eyes.
A hellish torture for my nose.
Azaleas burst with colors bright.
Pollen makes my sinuses close.
Sunlight dazzles, days get longer.
My throat feels itchy, ears feel clogged.
Yet I still love you, darling Spring.
Even though you make me feel fogged.
Painting Credit: my darling daughter