Approaching Spring: A Song For Soprano And String Trio Poem by Daniel Brick

To the sound of a deep melody
like the ancient circuit of the sea,
wise CHILD with summer's blood in your veins
here, in this cold northern country,
help me to remember what has been loved
and to dream of what will be loved.

To the sound of talk and tears
like the softest tones of Debussy's piano,
quiet GIRL hidden within lilac bushes
now, in this season of soil and rains,
come forth suffused in purple fragrance and
we will wander across marshes of moon grass.

To the sound of dawns and nightfalls
like the gracious orchestra of Mother Nature,
sweet WOMAN whose hands open the sun's doors
always, during the flights of owls and deer,
guide me into the gold light of June,
along a free-flowing stream pressed against familiar shores.