Soller Station

the bright scarf contingent gathers at Hungerford on the weekend. We're going to see that Jenni Murray on Saturday, then probably paint the town red.  At a literary festival all doors are open and all wines flow. Isn't that so?  Meanwhile, anxious delays on my collection, this is no picture of me loaded down with paperbacks, in any case, wrong station...

                         

When I stepped out into the rain today
with head bowed down and collar turned
against the wind set lightly at my door,
an Autumn wind, I saw you standing,
waiting on your platform without end,
waiting for a North bound train.