Poem 2

[hergrace]

On Spring
by HerGrace

Spring is here.
The birdies fight
O'er tree and shrub
Who has the right
To build a nest site there.

Spring is here.
The bees seek out
the pollen gold
Where flow'rs peek out,
And each can have her share.

Spring is here.
We sneeze; eyes itch.
It's allergies
That are the hitch
In springtime's savoirfaire.