Iliagnus

The Russian Olive’s

spikey branches

reach out to the

rose bush, green

leaves a contrast

to the bare branches

of the Red Bud. I

drink my tea.

Breakfast

I eat my oatmeal

with blueberries

and apple.

James asleep in the other

room. I drink

my tea.

Grey Sky

The grey sky hides

the sun from the

pavement that still

shines from last

night’s rain

Dancing in the Kitchen

“Sixteen kids in the
front porch light,
Louisiana Saturday
night.”

We whirled
around the kitchen,
dancing, laughing and
kicking off our shoes,
the children and I.

Sunshine

The sun warms

my feet through

the window

Dusk

Riding through
the dusk, I see
stories behind
closed curtains.

Sunday

“Morning conversation”Olesya Dzhuraeva

Yesterday the daughters
came and went. Came
and went.
No time for a cup
of tea, just a few
words and a slice
of banana bread
on the run.
Until the last one
brought food and laughter
and time for a cup
of tea.