March means clear blue skies popping wildflowers grass awakening from winter's slumber thick and green twittering birds gentle breezes air perfumed with blooming jasmine March means oak trees doing what oak trees do their spiky little pollen nuggets littering the ground invading my headspace tickling my throat choking me up making my nose drip drip drip postponing that evening walk
Nerds Beget Nerds 
Spring and its double-edged sword. Those dratted little pollen nuggets.
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I used to say “I don’t have allergies,” but living where I do, that eventually changes. Every year, I forget about this one until it hits me.
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I like the cadence of your poem, the choice of words per line…and the emphasis on “drip drip drip” towards the end. Commiserating here with itchy eyes and a weird afternoon cough…I, like you, didn’t have allergies until a decade into living in Central Texas. Sigh.
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It was so bad, but is a little better now. I forget every year until it’s too late.
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I love the flow of the second paragraph! It made it laugh to see how the beautiful blossoms because the dripping of nose from oak trees! Also the title is great 🙂
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Thanks, for reading. Honestly, I hit the writer’s wall and was miserable most of the day, why not highlight allergy season?
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I can relate to every line in your poem and love every comment, though, the computer would not let me ‘like’ each comment.
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Thank you, Debbie.
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March has a different narrative depending on where you live! With the joy of one season beginning, we begin to realize it’s a bit overrated one we are submerged in it!
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Definitely. Everything’s going as it does until the little reminders rear their ugly heads. Right now we’re in the sweet spot (minus the allergies) of being able to sit outside comfortably. Soon, mosquitos will keep me holed up inside, along with extreme heat and humidity. But it’s great for now.
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We’re dealing with the wrath of spring. One week of 40s and melting snow and then back to 20s with 5 more fresh powder from the sky! Mosquitoes sound amazing!
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Oh goodness, that is frigid weather. Brrr…
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