Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Train Hymn

Sweet train whistles
Blow in the frozen night
Crystal bits of filtered light
Shivering in the snowflakes
And the shimmering rains.
Sweet train whistles
As soft as the warm blankets
Chin-high on the hills
Autumn spinning rills
Of leaves across the mountain tops
And a buck, with risen head
Smelling the wind.
Sweet train whistles
As lonely as the season's change
As white as the sun
Notes of seeds,
And brass-coated wheels
Breaking reels
Of twigs into the night.

No comments:

Post a Comment