Cottonwood Seeds

Cottonwood seeds are so tiny and small

And the wind can carry them far before they fall.

But do they have to arrive at my window screens

And plug all the openings as they come on the scene

Now, I think nature is a wonderful thing

But cottonwood seeds in my screens only bring

Scrubbing and cleaning and work so hard

That I think I will go out in my yard

And look at my screens to finally let out

My frustrated scream and as they are about

To take me away, I look once more

At seeds on the screens and I know that

They think they have won – but not for long,

Because a new season begins and will right this wrong.

The time for those seeds has ended.

I can now see the beauty that surrounds me again

And am grateful that nature finally stepped in.