A Train Travels Through Russia's Winter
All night long the train travels
through Russia's winter landscape
and through the dawn
and the day.
No one can tell us where we are
nor when we will arrive.
The train slows.
The train stops.
Thick low grey clouds oppress
the land, a weak winter's sun
muffles the snow covered expanse,
the air is grey.
Straight tracks disappear
towards the empty horizon.
Below the tracks
two small houses
looking like haystacks
lay half hidden in a hollow.
But for the breadth of the train
Silence. Oppressive cold silence.