CLick, click, CLICK

It began to snow at thirty minutes.

The train windows reveal a light

dusting, moving north, become

a winter covering everything.

Children peer through ice framed

windows, pull out 

a lemon-colored saucer sled 

from the open garage.

A black horse idly leans against

the fence. Gifts of travel by rail.

A sick little girl, three rows up, 

shares her flu with me.