Eventide

thoughts from a train in late april

                       thoughts from a train in late april 

                       27.4.17

Smoky clouds on a speeding horizon

words left in fields and faltering barns,

sea glass water and washed out cornflower blue skies, like worn jeans tumbled in grass.

green seeping through, small bursts of life 

chatter drowned by hissing tracks

swathed in sleep lulled by waves shifting over land in the process of rebirth,

shifting seasons, shifting sleep

rolling through sleepy towns, stuck in time, built up to the tracks

snippets of life witnessed in snapshots -

                   a pool filled with leaves

                   tire swing curled on the ground 

                  forgotten, overgrown tree house

                 clothes line sagging, an undertow in the overgrown yard

white naked forest, starved arms reaching

twisting, chandelier earrings before mossy gowns and sun kissed crowns.

discarded dresses make up the forest floor,

layers of shed weight build oneself up, reach for the sun in a 

long, dove grey horizon - pluck the sun like a lucky coin,

tuck it away for a day when it is needed

a reassuring weight in your pocket