Allergies are tricky things.
Mine do not happen just in Spring,
but also in Fall they come around,
and make me a hermit. I’m home bound.
Itchy eyes, scratchy throat,
and endless acts of blowing my nose.
Pure misery for weeks on end,
no medicine seems to be my friend.
When it subsides, and I regain my senses,
I forget the torture that was relentless.
Once again I can go outside,
and am so thankful I live in the countryside.