People with Hay fever
Weâ€™re a resilient lot. Waking to the heat of the panes And the buzzing of razors. We sit and wait as it descends on us. A cruel breeze pushes the heated earth towards us And with a desperate breath sends its greetings, Spreading its wings in a loving embrace.
We reply in kind, with aching eyes and clouded breaths Driving them away with heartfelt denials Unperturbed, they wait. Fresh recruits, green as summer Spring up to join their brethren. And so with weary hearts and aching eyes We stand resolute against the tides of summer.