And poetry comes in the late afternoon

Spring Song
The cherry tree's blooming
And the grass is all green
The spring has come again
And the robin is singing
On his breast's a red sheen

For night's reign is over
And the days grow so long
The spring has come again
The winds now blow so gently
Now singing a song

The cold's grasp has ended
For the sun now shines warm
The spring has come again
A butterfly comes now
More come in a swarm.

The birds fly north soon now
All from their southern homes
The spring has come again
A nest full of sparrows
In the cherry's black combs

The lilies are blooming
Like trumpets they stand
The spring has come again
They're piping out a spring song
To hold in our hands

I must write a tune for that. Yes, I know, if you know me--you know that I love to write songs (be they bad or good) and I need a tune to write them to. Generally, while I write nice instrumental tunes, they don't lend themselves to lyrics even if I had that in mind. I had one song that I fully intended to write lyrics for--and it turned into a reel, or, to be more accurate, a march-like tune in 4/4 time that lends itself to being played as fast as a reel! So first I choose a tune in my head and then I write lyrics, and then if it really needs it I write a tune that better suits it. I'm going to have to do that in this case because the tune I chose lent itself to my lyric style only so far and it doesn't have a nice "break-off" point either. It's a good break, but not on a good note. So, out with the notebook and pencil! I must write it a good tune.

So here I am. I've written an "autumn song" and now a "spring song"--that leaves winter and summer. I do believe I will write a cycle of songs for the cycle of seasons! Here I am, getting excited. The seasons are a mixture of stereotypical seasons and Seattle seasons. Lone Valley seasons? Well, take your pick. There is the rainy season and the dry season. And in Myanmar (where we're close to) there is also the hot season so I wouldn't be surprised if that is an "official" season, too!

Spring is green
Summer is bright
Fall is golden
Winter is white

Oh, yes, remind me to tell you about that. That is so funny! And a post for another day.
Saro