Poetry Slam! (Ouch?)

Alright, so...this isn't how I normally write poetry, but we're learning a new form of writing poems in Professor Fraser's English class. So I finally decided to take a shot.

Evil dust! Are my first thoughts as I

step outside. Cringing

at the sheet of pale yellow

covering anywhere and everywhere it can

reach. Hesitant and reluctant to touch-

like sentencing one's flesh to acid-I

pull open the dusty door and hide in

the shelter of the car.

Welcome to spring, my precursor to hell.

Sorry if it seems so negative, but these are the thoughts I tend to have every year when spring and summer comes around. I don't like summer here in Georgia. It's hot, and I can't stand heat, and spring is when it begins to warm up. Plus, I have a mild allergy to the pollen that happens to be everywhere...and well, let's just say that these two particular seasons tend to be downright miserable for me. Since spring signals the coming of summer (practically hell on earth temperature-wise for me), I tend to label it a precursor to hell.

Fall and winter-rock on.