There is Something
In the air
I know there’s something in the air,
Too strong to dismiss,
The sweet smell of summer,
And the flowers she has kissed.
It blows through my window,
And permeates the house,
The northern wind carries it,
And impossible to douse.
It’s mostly intermittent,
And floats free in the air,
Giving me hay fever,
And my eyes a scare.
Headaches and hay fever,
Stuffy in the nose,
Intermittent sneezing,
Whenever the wind blows.
It’s far too cold in winter,
The summer heats too strong,
Autumn and spring, I know,
It is where I truly belong.
So let me off the treadmill,
When will the pollen stop,
Blowing in my windows,
I wish the wind would drop.
Lady luck is lingering,
I know to go with the flow,
Patience is a virtue,
Something I should know.
Intermittent energy,
On-off and in between,
The knowledge that I’m learning,
a love that I can glean.
©
David Rudder
2022
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