Chaos in snowflakes- each has its own mind

fighting for supremacy, colliding wetly

which snowflake will tumble to ground?

each one parades different fingerprint

unique and multi-faceted crystals

spectrum of light defused reflection

struggling through super saturation

battling for beauty of perfection

many fall aside with irregular bodies

but all show six faces, none identical

striving to survive during Spring’s thaw

anarchy as they melt in tears of discord.

What do you see

in the broken TV?

I see dark nights

and fast clouds

and raindrops falling.

What do you see

in the foggy window?

I see craters,

and mountains,

and great, vast plateaus.

What do you see

in the puddle of rain?

I see eighth notes

and whole notes

four measures, refrains.

What do you see

in the fresh fallen snow?

Order?

Or chaos?

Or a little

of both?