A Fruitful Late Afternoon Train Ride in March

All along the railway, the landscape’s studded
with beechwoods, earthworks and tracks,
serenaded by rocking clickety-clacks,
and accompanied by clouds that scudded
in from the east on a bitter weeping wind.
Through dusty, grease-smeared glass,
sidings sport orchards as we pass,
sprouted from cores tossed from train windows:
a magical hoard of apples glows,
embers in the charcoal of twilight shadows.

Kim M. Russell, 2018

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A poem for Poets United Poetry Pantry

45 thoughts on “A Fruitful Late Afternoon Train Ride in March”

  3. Wow!!💖 This is such a stunning narrative, Kim! I love the image of “hoard of apples glows, embers in the charcoal of twilight shadows.”💖

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  5. Your poem makes me see the view through another’s eyes, through those grease – smeared windows. I can almost feel the click of the railway car as it rolls over the tracks of life, watching all go by.

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  18. kaykuala

    sprouted from cores tossed from train windows:
    a magical hoard of apples glows,
    embers in the charcoal of twilight shadows.

    Tenacity of greenery galore. Some insisted to live on just by accident to favor mankind!

    Hank

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  23. The imagery in this is lovely, and – for me – quite impactful ~ travellers passing through, leaving behind (unbeknownst to them) apple trees (a living marker that they passed that way). Wonder full!

    Beautiful words in this … ‘a magical hoard of apples glows,
    embers in the charcoal of twilight shadows’ ~ sigh ~

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