evaporation of time
- Jean Linville
- Feb 4, 2021
- 1 min read
Updated: Feb 28, 2021
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
The mourning doves descended on us with the snow. Honestly, I think there were 27 that I counted outside just beyond the back deck. I wish I had seen the pale blue eyelids. We were just so stunned that they were there to eat. . . .Meow Mix.