After Midnight

The viaduct's long shadows stalk the brambles and barbed wire
Brick arches turned to molten glass beneath the moon's pale gyre
A rising wind sends corrugated shivers through the mead
Gently stirring vernal sleepers, stroking heads of silvered seed
Humble fields of argil'd porcelain soft-swept with starlight fire

Brook

Murmur'd rivulet
Dusk-perfumed precipitate
Kiss, embrace, forget