Maple Dust for SA, piano and flute by Martha Hill Duncan, poetry by Airlie Clarke

Maple Dust for SA, piano and flute by Martha Hill Duncan

Maple Dust
The town is bright, it is the trees
With all the red and yellow leaves.
They swirl around like fairy dust
And top the ground with golden crust.
The wind is cruel, it takes the leaves
To far-off places in their dreams...
© 2007 Airlie Clarke

My niece wrote this poem as a young girl when inspired by autumn in Ancaster, Ontario. The poetry resurfaced many years later in her late grandmother’s treasured possessions. The solo voice and piano version won the 2009 CFMTA Vocal Writing Competition. MH Duncan