Cold Windy Nights
Darby D. Beattie
The air felt like a vacant lost wind
Wind is felt through my coat as I slept
Miracles of warmth I felt at intervals during the night
Homeless is a word that hurts when I remember the pain
No home, food, friends, just the lonely windy nights.
A lot of people drove by staring at the lonely cold sight.
Remembering the pain of empty nights hurts my heart.
I yearn for the friendship and love of days gone by, the
Wind howls like a coyote on the plains.
My clothing is dirty, not very much left to face the winds ahead.
I pray for a warm night somewhere down the highways.
The temperature has dropped to the teens and below my feet feel
Numb as I walk toward a light in the distance.
Coffee would taste good now, anything warm to survive the cold windy nights.
Homeless in the cold nights of winter, the chill rests within my spirit today.
