Sunday, 10 November 2013

The Night Witnesses

 courtesy : Forest Terminal by Mike Worrall

A dilapidated station 
Is half awake
A maze of trees Lies in wait
A solitary soul
Draped in black
Lost in thought of remote past
Frozen lake
Nowhere to be seen
Unending rail tracks
Vanish into mists
All promises kept and all miles trodden
Lovely, deep woods must be paid heed to then
Tell tale clock nods, knows what will happen

Written for Sunday Challenge featuring Mike Worrall @ Real Toads & shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United