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.