I have met the

sixfortythree

on consecutive

Saturdays

(but have only travelled once)

 

The early geraniums

are huddled against

the north wind

they are as chilled as I am

(but have a warm perfume) 

 

The steam special

is today hauled by a diesel

but the carriages

remain the same

(it has a long journey)

 

As I leave

I note

kimono patterns

on the leaves

(summer is on its way)