Rain:
flute drops
against the yellow leaves,
flat on twigs and trunks
of blackened trees.
Rain:
strings slide
down the silver panes,
beyond the puffs
of popular gold
on hills and wooded lanes.
Rain:
piano plays
a beating bass
upon still waters
of the pond,
where circles interlace.
The afternoon
of music
mingles rain
and sweet memories
of you.
New England Memories 