Where does time go? Is it captured and held?
The Winters gone by, seem as mighty oaks felled.
Another upon us, so fresh in my mind,
The ones in the past seem myopic and blind.
Perhaps that is me in this moment on earth,
Mayhap what is needed is a plan of rebirth.
When the snow finally melts, and new life comes with spring,
The time will then come to change everything.
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