A-A-A-CHOO

At last

I draw the curtains, 

let them reveal the other side

of the window

There is spring

and people – they are flowers

Flowers blossoming

Beautiful, yet still

A bit nauseating,

I think, to myself (obviously)

And most of them are sniffing and some are sneezing

and some even have to lie down on the bench

Some have already withered

Because the Spring is chilly

even though the Sun is shining

Will the traces of Winter ever fade out?

So I promise myself:

If you dare step outside, don’t you dare get that flu

Wear a scarf and be careful

And so I think I’m safe.

At last

I step outside

But suddenly I notice

and later realize:

My scarf – where is it?

Replaced by flaming petals

A-A-A-

ACHOO

And it is cold.