Travel by train
Through fire and frost.
On rails of steel
Over lands long lost.

The morning is icy
And haunting to most;
With chilling cries
And echoes of ghost.

Twisted and bare
Is the branch of the trees.
Alone in the fields
Crows tangle and tease.

I shudder at the thought
Of isolation.
But the engine rolls on
With cyclic animation.

– 2009