Doves

I thought a picture of Doves would brighten
a winter scene, outside my door.
The Robin stayed this winter
I need to catch a picture.
My generation is older,
We look outside
hoping for spring.
Tom's leg swells and he limps around.
My bones feel frozen so I swim
to keep them moving.
I worry about those creaking bones
closing up permanately.
I think my spirit is impatient
with such non-working parts and
want to push out expanding my borders
while I worry...
Knowing the freedom I wonder about,
My spirit escapes at times and
soars and dips in wonder.
But wait! I am not quite ready
I will hold off a bit more
get more creaky and unsteady
and hold on to this amazing world.
I will exercise a bit more.
A storm is supposedly brewing today,
but only a few flakes fall.
They are light, wispy, and lovely.
I expand as they fall
and love the spot I am in.
I love this lovely spot.