I ground my woes with cinnamon;
added heat to my argument with ginger;
spiced up the lack thereof with cloves;
threw in an almond-y nuttiness for good measure;
And I baked it all with a dash of my literary woes.
A silly, not so rhyme-y rhyme and,
some mindstoppingly delicious almond gingerbread biscottis.
There has been a certain lack of poetic zingyness around my innards lately. But that is alright. I have faith. I will catch the tail end of that wind soon enough and soar once again to new poetic heights. Well, at least one can hope. It’s all in the attitude, right?
But until then, I will make do with these!
There is nothing a little sweetness cannot cure.