A winter poem

Dark. Cold. A restless whisper.

Rain. Wind. The sound of winter. 

Sitting on the sofa

I find comfort near the fireplace

It protects me from the storm

And the only thing I can hear

Is the distant sound of God's furious

Coming from those dark clouds

It feels like the world is collapsing

It makes me shiver

It makes me feel alone 

Through the window I see the homeless man.

She is sitting next to him, on the floor. 

What a sweet little girl. 

For some reason, she chats with him for a while.

They are out there in the cold, but they seem so warm. They look so comfortable. 

She gives him a friendly hug.

For the first time, I see that man smiling. 

He doesn't seem to feel the cold, the dark, the rain. 

She is light, bright, joy. She protects him from the storm of life.

She made him smile, his eyes shine.

There are people who are home. And she is one of them, for sure. 

-Alice, what are you doing? Come inside, honey!

Her mom leads her home.

The man stays, smiling, and eventually falls asleep.