Train whooshing along snow-laden track
No stopping now, no turning back
Hurtling as if the destination could never be reached
Through the Winter's defences that cannot be breached
A calm buzzing and sizzling overhead
The lines guiding us as sundry platforms fled
Through fields of green although grass never touched
Frozen stalks past whom the Spring has rushed
Boughs and branches dreaming serene
Of their precious clinging cloak of green
Of sun-filled skies and perfumed breeze
When unburdened of this desperate freeze
When the joy and hope the seasons bring
Will welcome unconfined the coming Spring
When the fiery arm of the golden sun wields
It's triumphant beam over frozen fields
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