evaporation of time

January 30 - February 3 Week 57/72

the snow is still

falling at an impressive rate

I head inside, protesting muscles

relaxing into a chair nestled

next to a space heater and I

get lost in the quiet beauty

of a mourning dove

facing into the storm

checkered wing

ruffled flight feather

tawny brown washed here and there

stunning variations of color visible

against the bright white snow

the gentle bird repositions

closing its pale blue eyelids

against the feathery flakes

that have now coated

the driveway

once again