When summer’s embers fall and fading, glow.
Between 1911 and 1915, Richard Strauss wrote an utterly incredible piece of music depicting an Alpine trek. It begins before dawn and ends at nightfall. Unable to write music, this my attempt at a tribute to a late summer, early autumn, sunset. I had ‘Eine Alpensinfonie, Op. 64’ as my personal ear-worm, as I linked these words together.
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On storm lashed slope,
my summer music trips.
And falters.
That vibrant rain, once bright,
slowly sifts
into drizzle; a hazy pall.
A mellow melody murmers,
grows
and gently falls.
In notes that,
careful, step
from stave to stave. Then,
with late effort, climb.
*
Hold the sound.
Hold
and linger.
The distant timpani
hold. Feel the
high sighing strings
slowly sink
through breeze stirred dance
and float
disonant depths down,
to rest on a waiting earth .
*
Breathe.
Inhale the sonorous minor key.
Sleep through the colour change;
the rainbow painted red, as
Nature’s pallet, ageing, browns
in dusky desication. And leaves drop
as summer waves her last ‘Hurrah’
On mountain top, stand lightly;
with wide embrace hold the setting sun.
*
It slips.
It slips away.
Turn now to Autumn’s amber glow and
catch your totem shadow.
Shiver, as
dew heavy falls; in
sudden twilight chill
hear the music fade.