the distant gleam caught
with the triggering scent of
lingering wood smoke
and touch of late November darkened air,
the subtle sound of the train
reverberating along its path
illumes the thought
on the edge of the consciousness,
time has stretched in attempts
to heal old wounds,
healed with the grace given
in little hands,
a blessed gentle soul delivered
on angels wings,
finding solace and peace…
the senses intake
returning to the moments
of memories held in trust.