Ánh sáng tháng mười October light

October light

That same light by which I saw her last
Made me close my eyes now in reverie,
Remember how she sat in the garden

With a red shawl over her shoulders
And a small book on her lap.
Once in a long while looking up

With the day’s brightness on her face,
As to appraise something of utmost seriousness
She has just read at least twice,

With the sky clear and open to view,
Because the leaves had already fallen
And lay still around her two feet.