Sunlight splashes across newly-exposed ground,
Beckoning buds and shoots to sprout;
Birds sing, rabbits and squirrels run around,
Winter is ending, of that there is no doubt.
No matter what my state of mind,
Nor how badly I want to just sit;
The balmy inviting outdoors seems fine,
Draws me outside, to garden as I see fit.
Nature appears to be giving a great gift,
With warmth, flowers, scent and birdsong;
This time of year gives everyone a lift,
But (of course) there is one thing wrong...
A dripping nose, droopy eyes, sneezing abound,
Those allergies flare up, and drag oneself down!