frozen fjords

when all is still, the streets are wide
like frozen fjords, their lines divide
immaculate glaciers, washed in gold
by a sun retreating from the cold
like clouds of breath that float away
for some things just aren’t meant to stay
our footsteps frozen in the road
two sets of tracks that sing an ode
to winter’s silent, steady hand
in bringing peace across the land.

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