From a train: February 2006

An open dawn

widening eyes and chilling the promise of day,

sprung to leap under blue-hung clouds;

shredded in light, a pure hue.


And then the pepper shaken white as colour floods,

a winter grip pulled tight and rolling filters across the eyes,

once here, now gone – well seasoned;

invisible beyond the carriage pane

and melting on the lines.