In around 2006 I wrote this SATB setting of a poem by my grandmother. The weather is a bit autumnal here today and a few people were talking about things they like about autumn, so I thought I'd post it even though it's two months early.
SONG FOR OCTOBER ENDING
For a season
cold rain imprisons us; our lives
circle around coffee cups,
blue teapots,
things simmering on the stove,
baking in the oven.
We
make jams, jellies and
press
radiant leaves
between slices of waxed paper.
Preserve the days.
Warmth imprints our lives
Warmth is the imprint
of our love.
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I haven't made a recording, I ought to work on that at some stage.
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