Month: November 2024

The beauty of clouds,
their patterns sublime drifting,
and ever changing.

Who knew that at Crewe,
I was napping, and that’s true,
and looked out to this.

Steptensons railway,
in eighteen thirty-seven,
came to Birminham.

New tracks to somewhere,
its bridge dangles in mid-air,
but nice finishes.

The train trundles on,
and Coventry passes by,
onwards further north.

Breakfast is finished,
the journey begins again,
but trains are delayed.

A wintery feel,
as fields in white shiver,
as I’m whizzing by.

Marylebone Station
as the rush hour crowds gather,
as the clock counts down.