Home Concert

by Ann B. Day

flute drops
against the yellow leaves,
flat on twigs and trunks
of blackened trees.

strings slide
down the silver panes,
beyond the puffs
of popular gold
on hills and wooded lanes.

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