From 'Perspectives' also avaliable from Askif Press

Autumn day
PAM MULLER

She turns her face to the autumn sun
its warmth highlighting auburn hair
now sprinkled with silver
a prelude to the Winter years

Perched on a standing stone
one of eight in a grassy circle
she gazes outward to the mountains
listening to echoes of past times

In the kind noon small birds sing
from every tree, crickets chirp in the rushes
a soft breeze moves among the sparkles
of late dewdrops in the sun

The woman sits and listens
breathing in the golden day
the rustle of dying leaves whispers "October"
she will remember this day in mid-winter