A One Way

The train leaves; moving away quickly ...

Sitting alone in the front car

facing south to feel the warmth

as the sun's rays propose their vitality

(thru the opaque glass)

upon the exposed skin

and heat the frozen fields

so the patches of winter's white covers

 relent their long hard grip;

succumbing to the inevitable Spring

brimming below the frost lines

 waiting to burst through in response

to the call of the equinox

as it reaches its annual cycle

to the vernal tipping point

spilling empty life’s vessel

so to ready the next full measure.

Where we are bound; is a one way.