Loss is a Winter Wind
It whips through the quiet home
of an unsuspecting family gathering for supper.
It blows with an unrelenting speed
that lifts and slams the shutters.
It picks up the settled white snow
and piles it in front of the doors and windows.
It disrupts the sleeping family in the middle of the night
with a loud and chaotic howl.
We try our best to shield ourselves from the winter wind
but it always finds its way into our homes,
leaving us with red, numb faces,
unable to feel any warmth.