Maybe Tomorrow

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…