The Muse has been hibernating, but a splash of spring-like weather this morning seems to have caused her to open at least one-eye… I think she must have been peckish too
Dish of the Day
Just as the air seems sublimely seasoned
With the staccato-singing of small birds
So, too, the grass is pleasantly peppered with
The piquancy of petite yellow blooms:
A dainty dusting here, a smattering there
Tempting the retina of the hungry eye
Starved by the blandness of the recent gloom.
Sound and sight enticingly combine with
The zesty scent of burgeoning verdure,
The auspicious aroma of imminent Spring,
Tantalizing even the most jaded palate
On this indisputably delicious Dish-of-a-Day