Yellow Mud

Pollen scuds in swarms and settles, As the winds blow and calm, From bees, trees and flower petals; I feel within my palm Upon autos, hoses and window sills The signs of Springtime- Birds on branches, fish in creels, Sunshine and a bell's chime. Yet, the groundhog sees his shadow As the overcast begins to pour. The rain streams not so shallow; I see outside my door Water to the end of my driveway; Pollen within the flood Clumps at the edge of grass and clay And congeals into yellow mud.