Two alternate versions of Summer: one for soprano and piano, the other for soprano, horn, and piano.
Sonnet 18 / In a Hot Country (Anne Cammon Fiero)
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
In a hot country
A languid afternoon
that feels like summer.
I turn on the fan and stretch
across the bed. Listening
to its subtle crooked whir,
I wonder if fans
from their hinges.
Through the thin rectangular screen,
I watch the same tree
Though as always with spring in a hot country
it seems the leaves have burst like flames
that appeared as though dead.
In a hot country © Anne Cammon Fiero (used with permission)