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 …

Days and Stitches

Stitch by stitch, colors coming together in a mosaic of beautiful tints, a new row for each day. This time the days are tinted as temperatures and skies. One year, each day would have been all hot yellows, oranges and reds. Even the cool days that year were filled with the heat and longing of …