A lovely seasonal round for two to twelve voices by John Clark. The text is by A.C. Harwood: “Wind in the trees blows loud for summer’s last song, threshing the boughs, pelting the leaves along. Frost on the ground at misty dawning shines bright, cracking the clod and lining the twigs with white. Myriad stars shine in the frosty, clear skies; outshining all, the meteor earthward flies. With hearts aglow, men mark the changing fresh world, when from the stars Michael’s spear is hurled.”