Home Less

Cool days, wind blows the leaves around, The sun lowers its head, giving way to darkness, Tepid gives way to bitter chill, As doors and windows close. My roof tonight is the heavens, And my pillow the news from last week, An old blanket, socks like Swiss cheese, The cold piercing to the very bone. The God that I have never seen, Speaks to my soul, Although these streets seem hostile, Tonight, I am safe. As the soft snow begins to fall, A white blanket shares my bed, My fingers numb, As I pull my tattered cover higher. Restless sleep, cars drive by, I am invisible to most, Perhaps tomorrow someone will care, And mercy will be shown.