Winter Arches
By Melkur
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Soft the snowdown whispers
Silent the word to the quick of brick,
No straw to cover the high arches,
Yet plaguing all in its slavery.
Winter waxes eloquent overnight,
Whitening the girders in frosted silhouette:
Platform a story of ice and regret,
The very track a chalk horse waiting the reins to ride.
Engines of ash stand ready to drive
Hot furnaces, charcoal braziers burnt
To carry the day forth to the living:
Visitors of vitality to the night.
Summer’s reason petrified,
Buried beneath bright shadows,
A crumpled ticket telling of July
Journeys to the beach now forgotten.
Wind a shifting agent of the snow,
Rattling the gathering carriages,
Flurries slow the hurry as
Coal scuttles in its roaring death.
Timetables torn adrift
In and out of season,
Last of the line now standing,
Not to stand on the order of departure.
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