Held Still

the moments lost in rivers run
will never be returned
but captured in December’s ice
can time itself be spurned.

no fated journey to the sea
nor mountain brook’s farewell
this winter’s amber holds the world
in its unaltered shell.

when spring its fingers stroke the land
as it is wont to will
the stories held will journey on
but now, they’re all held still.

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