Not really sure where this came from, just an experimental piece.
Amidst the standard chatter of families too vast for a headcount
Cold flutters are restrained from stinging the bellies of sleeping children by red brick walls
And the tv poses as nothing but background noise, the talk of celebrity drama and political debates ignored
by whispering children headed down creaking stairs
to steal away some of Grandma's famous cookies
Have you ever just stared at the snow before?
Watched the endless cacophony of sizes and shapes, begin and end their descent
How mighty they must feel, adrift in the air
Soaring above all, man or other
Their end comes suddenly, once a king of the lands
and then just a smidge of wet on salted sidewalks
Static in the air, snow on the television screen
Everything is always the same
And yet different
Change the channel?
If you're lucky, you'll get dots that arrange into a scene
But on snowy days like this
All you'll get is
Until they stack up on roofs and cars that haven't been ushered into garages
Wake up to the thought of "no school!"
Until you realize oh, it's a Saturday anyways, and the rest is lost to dreams that pull at you, half- asleep
Lulling you into static free territory
But the pixels rage on outside,
Undertaker burying the world in silk
Until all that's left is the silence
The chatter doesn't stop, of course
How did graduation go, anyways?
And who muted the tv?