sunday morning

redmosquito10

snowstorm outside my window
i want to go walk in it
and i will
but not yet.
looks so chaotic when viewed as a whole
but when you manage to focus your gaze
on a single flake
drifting the breeze
back and forth
before floating off to the left
and out of my view
there's a simplistic beauty
to giving your fate up
and letting the jetstreams take you where they will
theres' a lesson to be learned there
the order underneath the chaos,
the calm acceptance of fate
but i'm too hungover
to really sort through it all
and come up with any meaning

redmosquito10

The glow behind my neighbor's window is dulled by the frost
but somehow that makes it seem warmer
like a painting of a country cottage
draped in snow so gracefully it seems
God placed each flake by hand.

There's much to look back on
But it's a new week
according to the calandar
so I feel I must move on.
Each week will be the one where I accomplish
the things I think about before I drift off to sleep,
and laying in bed on a sunday night
I'm hopeful and overwhelmed
by the magnitude of my dreams.

An occasional lonesome car shuffles by,
I hear the primeval growl of their engines
closely followed by the grungy slapping
of sprayed slush on concrete,
and these sounds, mingled with the
unintelligible droning of voices on televisions
make up my lullaby
as I slip into a new day.