The Train Ride In Winter Snow Poem by Gayle Sweeney

Snowflakes floated softly like wedding confetti
Outside the train away from the bustling city.
Towards the wintry clouds the train whistle blew loudly.
Traveling passengers took window seats to see.
Snowy trees were gifts on swiftly seen small town squares.
The fast train moved with hardly a minute to spare.
Stops all along the way were just moments in time
And in the clear glass town life played - silently mimed.