By Lindsay Der
as the trees begin to yield their leaves, so too does my nose begin to shed
nostrils as dry and cracked as the falling foliage
my nose angered, irritated, red
a white angel arrives, soothing my poor snout
plush and Ultra Soft™, but a gentle caress
a quick swipe wipes away my pout
Kleenex™ blesses my wintry days
until the sun shows her rays