Something seen today recalled
heats slow rise among mottled ferns,
old Wood burning, smoke bent east
over fallen leaves that lie sodden,
speak of a season irretrievably
gone to decline.
Can’t hide thoughts of frozen darkness
while gazing at October’s rose,
recalling those who stepped
from shimmering trains
and swayed through heat's haze.
Greeting friends at holidays end,
as August's clock sends swifts away.