Three short movements setting the poetry of Michelle Brittan.
I. The Final Season
In the final season of our neglect
the leaves gathered on the balcony
and the rain filled the room where we slept.
II. Poem Arriving at Dusk
At low tide, it’s a long way
to walk to the water.
The path of sand grows dark.
III. The Last Exile
The heart rehearses its own departure
a door closing
over and over.
Soprano, tenor, piano