'New Hampshire' by Howard Moss set to music

'New Hampshire'
1
When the loons cry,
The night seems blacker,
The water deeper.
Across the shore:
An eyelash-charcoal
Fringe of pine trees.
2
The lake reflects
Indefinite pewter,
And intermittent thunder
Lets us know
The gods are arriving,
One valley over.
3
After the long
Melancholy of the fall,
One longs for the crisp
Brass shout of winter-
The blaze of firewood,
The window's spill
Of parlor lamplight
Across the snow.
4
Flaring like a match
Dropped in a dry patch,
One sunset tells
The spectrum's story.
See the last hunter's
Flashlight dim
As he hurries home
To his lighted window.
-Howard Moss