A Dash of Dill

A dash of dill is never dull;
It gives the soup some flavor.
With salt and several seasonings,
It helps the sipper savor.

The dried variety is fine
But if you’ve ever tasted
The fresh one, you will not go back
Though often, much is wasted.

For all you need’s a stalk or two
And it gets sold in bunches.
I have no call to sprinkle it
On breakfasts or in lunches.

My split pea soup is most delish;
It chases winter’s chill,
But in my fridge next week, you’ll find
A mess of wilty dill.