Prompt from Writer's Island: season
I had to take a different approach to this one, since I've written a lot of "spring" poems lately. Now I'm craving spaghetti.
Crushed tomatoes, pureed and heated
to saucy perfection; simmered for hours
with fresh sweet basil and garlic cloves,
oregano, pungent chili powder, crushed
black peppercorns, sea salt, virgin olive oil.
Add freshly picked white onion, diced
tomatoes from off the vine, sweet green
bell pepper, chopped mushrooms, sweet-
but-spicy ground Italian sausage. Simmer
for hours in your taste buds, drink its aroma
until it seeps from your pores, until you ache
for its ripe red elegance, for its savory sauce
swollen with flavor; then ladle over steaming
spaghetti, sprinkle with parmesan, devour it.