Sonnet: The Seasonal Affliction Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

Ah springtime's blooms, so innocent and fair,
Yet bearing forth my seasonal demise,
As pollen drifts upon the gentle air,
To wage its war against my nose and eyes.

With handkerchief clutched tight in desperate hand,
I battle through each bright but hostile day,
While Nature's golden dust doth sweep the land,
And leaves me longing for the rains of May.

My eyes now stream like rivers in their course,
My sneezes echo like a thunder's roar,
Each breath becomes a challenge fierce with force,
As antihistamines I do implore.

Though spring brings joy to many, I confess,
To me it brings but sneezeful wretchedness.