SKU: A0.969157

Maple Dust

The town is bright, it is the trees

With all the red and yellow leaves.

They swirl around like fairy dust

And top the ground with golden crust.

The wind is cruel, it takes the leaves

To far-off places in their dreams,

But where they go, it’s far from home,

And now the leaves are all alone.

In my mind I wish to keep,

The memory of fall so deep,

The beauty of its golden leaves

That flutter softly to the eaves.

© 2007 Airlie Clarke

My niece wrote this poem as a young girl when inspired by autumn in Ancaster, Ontario. The poetry resurfaced many years later in her late grandmother’s treasured possessions. 2012, Martha Hill Duncan

Solo vocal version was Winner of 2009 CFMTA Vocal Writing Competition

SKU: A0.969162

A Child's Song of Christmas

My counterpane is soft as silk,
My blankets white as creamy milk.
The hay was soft to Him, I know, Our little Lord of long ago.
Above the roof the pigeons fly In silver wheels across the sky.
The stable-doves they cooed to them, Mary and Christ in Bethlehem.
  Marjorie Pickthall

A rhythmic and singable remembrance of the very first Christmas.
Also available for SSA and piano.

SKU: A0.969161

To Home

Deep as the sea and boundless as the night-time

Home its every echo embraces firm and fast

images of childhood and reflections of the past

Mirrors of the memories and the questions never asked

Questions never asked, so questions never answered

Mirrors of myself, or glass reflecting something else?

© 2011 Janet Windeler Ryan

from Searching the Painted Sky, The Opera