Here I go!

I look out into the snowy woods,
seeing white, surrounding me, covering everything, until there is no life. All
of the beautiful green is covered, everything that blossomed has shriveled up.
There are no colors around me. Just white.

                I used
to loved the wintertime. The snow to me, was magical. It was a wonder that I
was blessed with every year. But that was then. When I had a warm coat, a wool
scarf, mittens and big snow boots. I was carefree. I went sledding, I made snow
angels. And waiting for me was a cup of hot chocolate. Where did all of that
go? Away from here.

                Now
wintertime fills me with dread. Everything is covered, there is no hope for
plants, all animals go to sleep. There are no colors. Just white. I’m wearing
dirty sweatpants with holes torn all over. My shirt is barely a layer over my
cold, hard skin. I have not hat. There is no jacket. My shoes? Sandals.
Worn-out sandals.

                Winter
is dangerous. It covers me up, until there are no colors. Just white. To a
homeless man, winter is a nightmare.

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