Too Short

And the days
have grown too short
frantic like breath
attempting to hold on.

Wisps of heat rising
on a cold long night
an in-between place
where the snow has yet to fall
giving the night a dark tenor.

A place where anything will happen
and we walk through it brave
like children.

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