Winter Coming

The world is full of magic tonight, in the purple winter-half-light. Forgotten train stubs dance across the station platform, mocking the shadows for their stillness. Leaves follow in the wake of passing trains,like tired swimmers. A speckled feather pirouettes on the track, dangerously close to a blue, electric flame. My hands are cold and apple-pink. A flustered magpie struts impatiently, having eyed a sequin somewhere from the spotted yellow trees...