Between a Doze and a Daydream

I came out to my studio to write this afternoon. I started off writing a quadrille poem (44 words long) that would include the word spark or sparkle for dVerse Poetry's weekly quadrille challenge. I wrote as the breeze wafted through my open door and the sun slowly shifted to highlight the artwork on the …

Hot Air

Sun shines down so hot, Cotton field dirt burns bare feet, The hot air shimmers. Summer days of old, Cousins playing on the farm, Hot dirt, hot air...joy! Huddled inside now, Cool air, carpet, dimness here, Where is hot air joy? © D. Elaine Wood-Lane 7-31-16 I recall a time in my childhood, when Mother's …