snowy night motion picture

at 3.37 am saturated
by soft-yellow of the lamppost

light outside, the fox stepping
along the hedge then

haunched on the high green bin
surveys the silent flakes

a black and tan descent
from the snow-hatted lid

brazen paws specking
the snow-cloaked street

The snow woman

I would love her white cold stillness
on the platform seat.
I would love to travel with her ticket
stuck in her like a receipt.

I would love to cuddle her knowing
she is only a conceit.
I would love to sit with her until
she melted in my heat.

I would not leave her frozen heart
in the fading twilight.
I will take the snow woman
with me on the train tonight.