White Fog


    text by Sara Teasdale

    Heaven-invading hills are drowned
    In wide moving waves of mist,
    Phlox before my door are wound
    In dripping wreaths of amethyst.

    Ten feet away the solid earth
    Changes into melting cloud,
    There is a hush of pain and mirth,
    No bird has heart to speak aloud.

    Here in a world without a sky,
    Without the ground, without the sea,
    The one unchanging thing is I,
    Myself remains to comfort me.


    Score (PDF)
    for Choir (SSAATTBB)
    Duration 5mins
    Composed Dec-Mar 2017
    First performance Southern Oregon University Concert Choir, June 11 2017
    Dedicated to Dan Kocurek and the Southern Oregon University Concert Choir.