Ann B. Day, Poetry

Home Concert

by Ann B. Day

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.

 

Photograph by Ann B. Day