Last night’s snowfall disappeared slowly, struck by the
shallow sunshine falling from between the gray cloudy masses sailing slowly
above
Swirling cold seeps in the open window bringing a frigid
freshness unlike the spring sunshine from yesterday
The stripes mounted on the front porch billow flutter n fly
constantly, eventually wrapping the pole only to be unwound and forced to
repeat their spinning dance
The cold and the darkening gray and the constant flapping
mix with a decades old playlist murmuring in the background, masking its intent
The muted daylight begins to die forcing the sky to shades
of blurred gray n muted blackish blues signaling the end of the day which seemingly
never really started
Wandering the inside shadows without direction finally
reaching the comfort of flannel and quilting and burrowing deep beneath them
Maybe tomorrow will fulfill the hope of a warm bright start
followed by hours of accomplishments and successes, maybe tomorrow…
