Copper and Diamond

On the railway-edge of

The borders of town,

 January’s watchman lowers

Industrial warehouse evening shutters

On a wet gone-along day.

The dandelion string of streetlights

Splutters weakly at the darkness.

Beyond the last houses

A cold-feathered owl

Moths through the cold

And the steady, wide

Slow-motion lightning beams

That roll out from the full moon

Spread over calm, quiet

New-ploughed fields like the

Copper and diamond dreams

Of rare-frost spiders.