Summer’s end is a beautiful and mysterious time. I find it full of transformations no less inspiring, in their own way, than that of spring. I hope you enjoy this piece as you reflect on your own transition through the seasons!
Lyrics:
Under bark we burrow
Cryptic skins to change
Molt the form to wake
With glassy wings
Lay we long the cycle
Long we for the heat
Sap and skies and beaks of birds
Circle is complete
Every summer, song will take
A quarter of this circle
Every summer, patience shakes
The trees
Every summer, wakening
Smolders in the twilight
Like sap that holds our crackling
Voice to keep
Every heatwave, membranes make
The forest feel like long-sated
As the air folds fast the fan
Of melody
Every high noon, hard the light
But sheltered in the leaves
Hide we till our voices’ might
Has done
Then under bark we burrow
Cryptic skins to change
Molt the form to wake
With glassy wings
Lay we long the cycle
Long we for the heat
Sap and skies and beaks of birds
Circle is complete
Skeleton At The Feast 