I feel the approaching rumble

Of the train as it crosses the trestle

Over the river

And slides into town

 

The patter of rain sooths my soul.

I turn out the lights, and pull the shades.

I relax in stages,

As the train’s slow thunder fades

 

Into the distance

The vanishing light of

The day dwindles softly

And into the night

 

 

©April 28, 2018

by Diane E. Dockum