The yellow settles on everything here. We call it “The Pollening” as if it’s the title of a horror movie. ;)
heads bowed in preparation
of what’s to come
here in the South -
the great big pollination.
Azaleas peek beneath the green,
the blooms a constellation
of colors rich -
pink, red, and white -
a cause for celebration.
Our noses water, twitch, and itch,
a source of consternation.
Our instincts tell us:
get out, enjoy -
then comes the irritation.
We meet each other, stop, complain
about our situation.
Oh, spring’s a beauty
in the South,
despite the aggravation.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-03-27 at 14:57
Tags Nature  Spring  Pollen 
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The Pollening
As daffodils begin to droop,heads bowed in preparation
of what’s to come
here in the South -
the great big pollination.
Azaleas peek beneath the green,
the blooms a constellation
of colors rich -
pink, red, and white -
a cause for celebration.
Our noses water, twitch, and itch,
a source of consternation.
Our instincts tell us:
get out, enjoy -
then comes the irritation.
We meet each other, stop, complain
about our situation.
Oh, spring’s a beauty
in the South,
despite the aggravation.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 156 times
Written on 2026-03-27 at 14:57
Tags Nature  Spring  Pollen 
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