Tuesday Poem: Hay Fever

This post is dedicated to all summer sufferers!  It's particularly bad in Italy at the moment, with the olive groves waist high in grass and wild flowers and the sweet chestnut trees still shedding pollen. Mustn't complain though - typing and crying at the same time @#*&~


A curse is on the summer;
fever in the flowering grass;
feathered Acacias white
with pollen.

The breeze blows red-eyed
and the sun brews a tisane
of tissues.  Pity
to wish for rain.


But I'm off to England tomorrow  - so better be careful what one wishes for!

To see what the other Tuesday Poets are posting, please click here for the Tuesday Poem Hub.  'The Night I pierced my own belly button', by Maria McMillan.