When the leaves change, so does my soul.

Angel, come.
terror like rain, pelts the dark city
screaming and shrieking
except him.
no money, no shelter, no family to love.
his shopping cart, his only friend.
rattle, rattle like dogs from hell,
down the street.
bitter cold,
homeless and alone,
waiting for an angel.

over 500,000 people are currently homeless...www.worldforworld.org

Whatever you think, it's exactly the opposite.

Green like the colors of my life.
The unthinkable season of spring is here.
Gone is the winter strife,
the haze of spring is sheer.
Petals of pink cut through the air like a knife.
the only thing i know is that spring is near.
the hopelessness of winter is all but forgotten.
Sweet smells of silence trickle into my ear.
All the feelings of winter are gone, rotten.
the feeling speaks for itself, the air dewy and new
Spring is here.