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.

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.

Shadow Dance

By Zheng Xie 1693-1765

Across the street,
bamboo’s shadow
follows it’s weaving
dance in the
wind.

Saturday

We sit around the
kitchen table.
Three generations
sharing
talk and chocolate.