SLA’s 25 Day’s of Christmas: Day 12

A train track in the winter

Blurred with snow, the station
waits for arrival.
A sparkling coat of dust,
the steel train tracks glistening with frost

Numb hands digging into coat pockets,
grasping a lonely button.
A snowfall clumsily falling down onto tracks and leftover leaves
and boots.

The streetlight glows brighter on a white space,
the orange hue.
The station roof’s icicles loom, waiting for a moment,
for a train.

The train racing forward, heard from a distance.
A hat is pulled up, and a scarf pulled down.
The glow of the train,
is blurred.