the snow is silent

as emptiness is white

like the smoke spooling

from chimneys of houses

 

the background is a grey sky

blank

 

wiry bracken

penetrate the railside snow

a white gull

does a soaring turn

high voltage wires

run cross country

amidst fields of colourless nought

 

walls, fences

show you the way

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                   the train from Birmingham