achoo!

in haiku

Photo by Rebecca Matthews on Unsplash

A wisteria
elegant and bright purple
its flowers, windswept

Its sweet pollen blows
filling the air with its life
it spreads all around

Like a sick virus
illness spread through the wind
caught by everyone

Pollen particles
I need a mask in order
to protect my lungs

The purple pollen
itchy, it carpets the ground
a nose twitch, you sneeze

Explosive air runs
a river flowing with germs
there it multiplies

The cities’ ghost towns
gardens left unattended
I wonder when I

Can go see the wisteria
walking down its purple road
without me sneezing