Some penumbral full moon
The train has stopped at Springwood
On its journey up the mountain
The evening growing darker
As night resumes it's residency
The cooler air a harbinger of the winter soon to come
Alluding to hibernation and perhaps some solace and restfulness in that
Here in this destiny I await the great wheels to turn
And move on ever forward away from this unrelenting place
Onto somewhere where I can make my bed
And be glad if the serenity I seek is what I find when I am there
Then out of this penumbra comes a light
Like the halo depicted about saintly heads
Portending a prophecy
That there is no end
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Poem written 2016. Photo: grounds of Cong Abbey, Ireland, taken 2011