On a train between one place and another.
Daffodils on the embankment.
Lambs in a dappled field.
You doze for a minute.
A jolt. You wake up.
The train’s stopped at one place or another.
Bare branches etched on a grey sky.
Winter on the air.
May 6, 2024
The train ride
By hjs
This entry was posted on Monday, May 6th, 2024 at 4:51 pm and tagged with poems, poetry, sense of life and posted in All poems, Life_the Universe_and ..., Moments. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
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