First Edit: Wandering

[Szczepan]

Wandering

the winter night
for her
seems sunny and warm

“Are we almost there?”
asks the little girl

her hands shivering
trembling
awaiting a touch
that will never come

“We're almost there,”
answers the grandmother

the blowing snow blinds her
like a searchlight
so she starts to run

“I should really go home now,”
says another man's wife

the wind is loud like someone
shouting
after a lost person

her journey ends
just as her day turns into night
or our night into day-
her motionless body
a reminder of life

By way of word-smithing I can offer few suggestions. Only feedback that I can give is that I get the image of a girl being led thru the snowstorm who dies and the search party (or one person in it) gives up. Mods: not trying to increase my critique count. & anyway I like to try to give more feedback than is necessary. So, I probably wouldn't change a word if this is author's true intent. Just felt compelled to say what I said! Hope that makes sense and please delete if not....