Hitting everyone's allergies at eight

Flowers come in many forms
A prom corsage, a bride's bouquet
So, what better could bloom
On a nice, early spring day?

Enjoying a nice salad at eight

Another week has passed us by
And nothing too stupendous
But tomorrow's the day for knives
Cry, "Sic semper tyrannis!"

Finding a calm center at eight

The news is coming too quickly
We're all unsure and unsteady
Two weeks ago, it was snowing
How can it be March already? 

Uncomplicated at eight

I kind of miss my teen-aged years
The awkwardness and pimples
Or, maybe, I only miss
When things were much more simple

Living to extremes at eight

Negative numbers
Are not meant for temperatures
Final insult? Snow

And why? you may ask
Having such a cold Wednesday
After such warm days

Starting an hour early at SEVEN

Saint Valentine died in 269 AD
Patron saint of love and matrimony
But also beekeepers and epilepsy
For why that is, don't look at me

Taking a step back at SEVEN

We've only started February
And I don't know if it's just me
But the last month
Was more than enough
Things have been way to far busy