coughing and sneezing
flu season is upon us
raining day after day
the sky an army blanket of grey
frogs are having a field day
croaking in jubilant harmony
time to bring out the fur rugs
autumn leaves not drifting by
my rain splattered window
lie in soaked heaps
a paradise for mosquitoes
time to make chicken broth
grandmother's penicillin cure all
the supermarket symphony
plays its seasonal overture of
coughing and sneezing
Such a vivid, sensual description, you fully evoked the whole lot!
ReplyDeleteI am a magnet for mosquitoes, so no thank you! Lol! Great poem, Rall!
ReplyDeleteYvette M Calleiro :-)
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
Rall, I really enjoyed your poem! I think flu season is a 5th season.
ReplyDeleteA poem that gave me the feeling of a damp chill creeping under the door! Nice!
ReplyDeleteI can almost smell the weather :). Beautiful
ReplyDeleteRall, I love how your poem loops back to its opening—like the season itself circling round.
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
P.S. could you please email me at DVDBGMLNY at GMAIL dot COM? The reason I ask is that you could be selected to be our "Poet of the Week" for W3 at some point in the future, but I don't have any way of contacting you directly if this situation arises. Thanks!
Ha, and I so happened to come down with the flu on Sunday. Yes, it's almost raining every day over here too, but I think I caught it in a overcrowded subway train. I shall try some chicken broth as you suggested. :)
ReplyDeleteThese seasonal hours are really bad but the chicken broth is so inviting.
ReplyDeleteYou can't miss with chicken soup.
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