This is a precious tribute to a precious friendship. 'All that glitters is not gold, ' but all gold glitters. Trains speak of many memories - some precious, some horrific. Regardless, time propels us all into the future.
Autumn brings gold which cannot be purchasd by specie. Winter brings silver which your frost-writings describe.
'You claim my thoughts.' This is quite a tribute to a lover or a friend! The older I get the more I think Willa Cather' is right when she says through her character Mrs. Ebling in 'On The Gulls' Road' that 'There is something in each of us that does not belong to the family or to society, not even to ourselves. Sometimes it is given in marriage, and sometimes it is given in love, but oftener it is never given at all. We have nothing to do with giving or withholding it. It is a wild thing that sings in us once and flies away and never comes back...' Your poem brought this line from her short story back to my mind. Your poem is simply exquisite as is Willa Cather's prose. Both you and she are masters at capturing the beauty of the landscape in the written word.
With highest regards,
Images that would imortalise painters; images like 'Still mirrors you like a poem in its glass' delicate yet strong enough to leave an everlasting imprint. I have said this before and would like to repeat it: you are a painter with a pen and your palette is inexhaustible.
I can't tell just how I felt after reading this, only that it was a great feeling, something about
the reflection kept in the window of a distant train, just brilliant, delicate, undefined yet
Love duncan X
Whether your 'Friend' is your muse or a real person who comes to you 'with a word and a flower' this poem contains 'gold.' Another compliment is that it got me to compare your words to Frost's 'Nothing Gold Can Stay.' Yours held up pretty good.