
Yellow fleece

He wore a yellow fleece,
Wherever he might go,
Until the night he vanished,
In the falling snow.
But following his lilting music,
Along the brook’s icy flow,
I found him in the swinging pines,
Radiating in luminescent glow.
SRB – February 2, 2025
Wintering in Vermont
Giraffes in Iowa
Impromptu pilgramage
The questions children ask
This is why
Missing Maine
The barest of minimums

This instrumental may sound plaintive, but the more I listen, start to hear it as the breath of victory that arrives after an exhausting ordeal. It is an “on the road” piece in which the clarinet is only a student rental instrument that I play at a time when coincidentally my recording equipment also happens to not be performing properly. The guitar and clarinet improvise with sympathetic melodies that will never sound the same again; like hearing an invisible owl floating through the mist. SRB







