White dollops fall softly upon the ground
The air is crisp and a soft breeze makes the flurries swirl
The traffic lights alter on a round
The breeze scoops loose wrappers of trash into a whorl
White dollops gather to create a sheet of snow
Yellow-toned street lights make the sheet glow
A singular person ventures out on the silent sidewalk
His footprints crunch and leave a mark below
He looks up at the snow and notices the emptiness of the block
His lungs inhale the cold, crisp air
He exhales and his breath tells him how cold it truly is
The moon lights up his face ever so slightly
He knows that he does not appear the way others do
His skin gives off a different hue
He walks in silence
The hum of electricity coos below
His heart thuds softly in his chest, quieter than most
He and the street are one in the same
Both empty inside but flourishing with potential
The wind nips at his fingers
He brings in his hands close
His nose twitches and a familiar smell lingers
His footprints crunch and leave a mark below
The lonesome fellow follows the smell
He notices it, but decides it best not to dwell
It brings up many memories more sour than sweet
He looks down, discouraged by his swirling thoughts
A small “hello” is uttered down the street
It interrupts his reminiscing and brings him back to now
His footprints crunch and leave a mark below
The small “hello” looks up in awe at the lonesome man
With blonde hair perfectly in place
And a cute lil smile on her face
“You are beautiful,” she says
The man's eyes welled like a glass of water that is overfull
His heart swelled
His cheeks morphed into pink
He had never been told that he was beautiful
Cindy Lou Hoo grabbed the lonesome man’s hand
They walked together like old friends
The Grinch changed his ways because of that day
Words have power to change the way