chugging by
like steam
from a train
Seed Clouds
Locomotion
the weather is a train
billowing her steam clouds
as she travels south
Side By Side
through the heart
of the valley
travels the river and train
Railroad
black tracks
cutting through the cold
heading home
Silent Talk
each morning
sweet greetings
in the tender look
Of Rust and Roses
the old boxcar
and winter rose in spring
companions in endings
Round the Bend
When the present arrives
suddenly and surely like a train
the past is left behind
and the future is forever before us.