Winter in The Park
written by: John Grey
Child on a park bench,
as light as a snow flake,
mittened hands,
pale portrait face
bordered by wool,
haloed by white winter air,
breathing haze in and out,
would ice up all over
were it not for her father
seated beside her,
handing out duck food
by the edge of the frozen pond.
One thick arm around her,
the other dispensing
crumbs of kindness,
the heaviness of sky
leavens with her laugh.
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