Spice

(written July 22, 2008)

Expanded waist-line
And wasted time
How I wish the
Skies were gray

January again
The freezing time
Lost selves
New allies

But still--
That waist-line

Perhaps when the
Skies are gray
I'll cease to think
In phrase

But July--
Blue skies
Brings new delights
Like lilacs in the shade

Variety is the spice of life