Song for October Ending

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.

—-

I haven’t made a recording, I ought to work on that at some stage.

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