WINTER’S LAST…

This is an early poem I wrote and sent to my son when he was studying music composition and voice at Ithaca College. This was early in his studies. He composed the music and he is the young man in the light blue sweater front and center. He also composed this voice parts for the piece. This is what he did with it! Follow the lyrics below. It is a little over five and a half minutes long. Enjoy!

WINTER’S LAST

Close your mouth and die

Your time is drawing near

Winter take your final breath

For Spring is on the clear

Forget your tawdry ways

They have no bearing true

Deny your foe if you so dare

It’s death that waits for you

Draw just one last time

Of air that deathly cools

As sun shines down upon the glade

Like Satan so Spring drools

Give all to this dreary night

As ever coming with

Tis Heaven’s choice for days of light

Goodbye ‘til next year’s pith

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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