Ode to Allergies

New England's weather

Continues to jest

Pollen abounds

So clogged I can't rest

Cold, snow then some rain

Now trees are in bloom

"When will this end?"

I think, full of gloom.

I tell Mr. P

I hate living here

He smiles that smile

"When we retire, my dear."

Retirement seems

So far, far away

How can I live here

For many more days?

Summer it seems 

Gets shorter and less

I spend less time sunbathing

And more such a mess

Been wanting to write

And catch up with my blog

But my head feels heavy 

My body's a log

Can't think, see or smell

Nose drippy and red

All day and at night

I just need my bed

My eyes are so itchy

My ears and throat too

My chest is a rock

My throat hurts - that's new

Oh Allergies, why?

Why, torment me so?

Just when I smiled

To see no more snow

So trees, grass and flowers

I implore you this day

Please finish your blooming

So I can come out and play

Maybe tomorrow 

I'll be able to write

To think and to spell

Without such a fight

But now my dear blog friends

I leave you alone

I'm clogged and I'm cranky 

And need to go home

So those who have allergies

And suffer like me

I'll think of you often

As I look at the trees

Take meds and home remedies

And patiently wait

For blooming to finish

To again feel great

With that I will now

Bid you all sweet Adieu

When allergies end

I will again speak to you