Unending

Yellow paint/kisses of God at my feet/

Dandelions turn to feathered puffs/carried by the wind/

A wintery night/ I nestle in my inglenook and dream/

watch embers dance to no music/Work day done/

All seeds sown will return with summer’s song

dversepoets.com Monday quadrille. Word is inglenook.

“For those of you not familiar with the word, here is a definition:
INGLENOOK (noun,English)- A close intimate corner by a fireplace where people gather for warmth; from ingle, a hearth (Scots)

First time hearing this word, I diced up a poem just written for a friend, and took it in 2 more directions. This is one. Those puffs go in all directions.