Steel rail sections of rusty brown
create a steady heart like beat,
as iron wheels travel quickly
over the girder bridge.

Pale naked trees stand still,
despite the metallic music,
a final autumn leaf falls to the ground
dislodged by the smoking train's whistle.

Oranges and ochres and touches of green,
paint the day with brushstrokes of fall,
anonymous passer-bys, notice nothing
in their shadowed silhouetted existence.