Spring's Blessed Curses

Springtime is the time of year
When the earth is clothed anew
In a colorful arrangement
Topped off with skies so blue.

The birds begin to sing again
And trees burst forth in leaf,
Flowers spring from in the earth
With colors beyond belief.

The cool breeze blowing 'cross the land
Spreads pollen far and near
Creating life in blooming plants
And fruit to bring us cheer.

But springtime brings us other things
Like floods and hail and such
That we who live upon the earth
Don't care for all that much.

And that pollen bringing life anew
Creates for some of us
A runny nose and itching eyes
That make us want to cuss.

And growing things create work,
To prevent spreading out of hand,
Like mowing yards and trimming trees
And hoeing weeds upon the land.

And in the home there is no rest
For cleaning there must be
In closets and places you would think
Should be completely dust free.

It is a blessing, yes indeed,
This Springing forth anew;
But, with the blessing comes the curse
Of a million things to do!

Rough Transition

Spring sprung,
But winter hasn't given up yet.
Blossoms bloomed;
The freeze tonight will turn them brown.

Dust rises
As southern winds bring warmth.
Tumbleweeds roll
As northern winds bring cold.

Seasons change
But none transition smoothly.
People age
Few can do so gracefully.

The Wind Blew Today

The wind blew today.
Tumbleweeds
Piled high against the fences.
The gritty blast
Transformed the sunset
Into a hazy glow
That is quickly
Fading.

The Wind Blows

Restlessly
Incessantly
Relentlessly
The wind blows

The air is filled
With the tiny grains
That should be held
By growing things

Instead
The wind blows
The sand moves
The tiny stalks with newborn leaves
Shrivel beneath the onslaught

No
Not the Dust Bowl
Just spring
In the southern reaches
Of the Great Plains.