The snow is blowing sideways
The wind is howling fierce.
My sweater’s not enough
My scarf is getting soaked
I hope to find a warm place
To rest my head tonite.
The storm is in a rage
And my life is in its hands
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Winter came with a vengeance.
Threatening the homeless
with subzero drops.
Killing fuel lines,
parking cars on snow drifted streets.
Colder and colder
and more bitter it became.
Slowing the progress,
hushing the busy.
And then in all this arctic freeze
I saw a soul through yellow eyes
A heart, beating in this cold
Sheltered by the pier
Gliding on the wind
and nestling in the drifts.