From the Train

Mist,
Nothing above or beyond;
And the safe, secure heart-beat
Of a train
Rushing madly from the darkness
Into day.
Mighty symbol of creation,
While the sheep stare sleepily;
A shiver, and an echo,
It is gone—
And the mists surge softly back.
Plains,
Vast and endless,
Almost smiling satisfaction
At their soft and comely richness;
And far away, just half suggested,
Are the hills, a long, low line,
To which we twist.
Agile serpent, twisting, slipping
Through the grasses,
From the shadows
To the fierce delight
Of day.

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“Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem.”—W. H. Gibson.
(Photo. by courtesy of Christchurch Press.)
A train from Christchurch passing through the snow covered countryside near Craigieburn on the Midland Line, South Island, New Zealand.