Crispy morning, a chill of ears.
Grass crunches under foot.
Stairs to the train with it's lacking effect, non-slip grip.
A hurry, a stumble, nearly a tumble.
In a scramble, to hurry to work.

Naked branches scurrying, next to the track.
All loaded with nests of frozen birds, clinging on to their clutch.
After the pain of the wind and the rain,  expectantly waiting for springtime to visit again.
This morning delight, world slightly white, sunshine's radiance purely reflective.
Averting the eyes of those on the train, where sunlight, so bright caused visual pain, but no-one complained, and the sunshine remained.