The Winter’s Storm
The Christmas lights blinked like a vacancy sign around the tree.
Icy words beat on the bedroom door like December winds.
Tears fall like the first snow until they are hushed in the night.
The bedroom door opens and a searcher leaves her shelter to look for a survivor– her doll.
She gingerly picks up her friend, fortunately only her arm is slightly out of place.
The storm is gone for now,
All is calm and bright.