Winter

I am Alive

looking through the window at the land
slowly turning white.
childhood memories forcing a smile on my face
cold hands, red face
duck, dive, throw, jump, fall.

but now old hands that take too long to recover
bones that don’t flex as once they did.
wish I could play once more in that snow.
wish my aim was true
my muscle strong
my body able
But alas those days are no more

So now I look through this window
look at the children play
I am with them
every missile thrown, every snow angel made
every hand warmed by a strong breath.
smiling now from memory,
I am alive

 

DM 2018