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.