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
