Through a seemingly endless vanilla blizzard, I somehow see Spring. Girls show their belly buttons and flowers Spring into bloom.
I try to welcome Love, even though he always likes to arrive dressed in workman’s clothing. He’s so very droll.
I saw me old grammar school teachers and classmates again. Our shared Memories are the borderline between then and now.
As each year ends I watch motley crunchy leaves fall. As each year begins I watch white silent snowflakes fall.
Winter is only a small Piece of the year. I can slip and slide upon thin ice for a while.
I often make inexplicable comments, which provoke Blank stares from The people I’m talking to. This is so especially embarrassing.
Lately I’ve been imprisioned in a palace made of Ice. Unfortunately the enemy’s kingdom is in charge of the fire.
‘One man’s Poison is another man’s aphrodisiac’, said the matchmaker as he mixed up his latest home made love potion.
‘You’re eating macaroni?!’ Erin gasped. ‘And?’ Michael asked. We’re watching a Spaghetti western. Don’t be gauche,’ she said in horror.
I like me tea while reading Lewis Carroll in front of a mirror, a portal to an especially colorful party.