Branches

The skeleton February
trees let me see
the stars shining
above my yard.

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.