Loki in Spring

The pollen falls,
Yellow-green powdered sugar,
sprinkled on by Loki from above.

He decorates the world,
The grass, the cars, the road
To suit his moods and joys.

He spreads his mischief
For all to breathe,
To choke, to gasp, to sneeze.

We know his fun
Will last a little while;
The rain will come.

We Hope.