Saturday, December 03, 2016

The 7.47 From Aalborg

I watch the flat land turn towards the dawn,
Pickled in grey frost.
Black bird shapes write frantic messages across the sky,
And skeletons of trees reach out their fingers for help.

Struggling and screaming
A new day is born.

1 comment:

Wilky of St Albans said...

Also 7:47 was a Creedance Clearwater Revival tune, which has now firmly embedded itself. Thankyou. Get a different train next time :)