winter with them

there is winter through the window
the sky is grey-blue over the silent snow
and the dawn is as endless as the night

together a little whimsy
would lift the melancholy
into a fuller heart

but afraid of the cold and the dark
the dragging dark
they break into a positive stride
and step straight over
the sweetest of pathos

“I can teach you to be real
if you are willing to feel.”
He said.
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