Nature is blooming and blasting. Youthful petals lure in the inquisitive nose and admiring eye; whilst microscopic bundles of sharp vegetative reproductive matter covertly enter and overwhelm a curious but overly cautious mammalian respiratory system. Bring on the sniffles; let loose the watery orbs; strike up the cacophony of a little cough.

The body insists, "It is better to be a little sick than sorry."

Hmmm ... is it, really?

Winter hasn't yet given up its grip on things and the contagions hold onto its icy knuckles.

"But it's just allergies," the wrongly-accused defend."

Hmm ... is it, really?

Soon the late-spring sun says no more ... it WILL say NO MORE ... no matter what profess the doomsday soap box prophets or political, predatory sheep herders.

Hibernate a little longer, stay safe, and flatten that viral hill; keep to a short horizon ... for a time, not forever. Always be kind; be rational ... but don't whatever you do ... open up and say BAH.

Don't be afraid. Every season passes as does every emotion and thought within your mind. Let those that do not serve pass.

All words and images are my own. You will find a similar but varied post on another site as well.

Your Incendiary Nature was originally conceived during the 100 Days of Poetry on Steem and is published in Monsters, Avatars, and Angels. Click on any images below for more.