The feathered snow
Blows horizontally
A goose down feather bed is
Being shaken on the porch
The dance of the winter fairies
Hardly remarkable
But still so beautiful
A Powdered sugar dusting
My outward gaze
Interrupted by Bach inside
In my sensory midst
And bringing me now
Back to the exquisite
Precious, precarious
Each key stroke of piano
Deliberate, divine
Foreground now background
woven together note, by note
Violin, bass and woodwind
Complete without verse
My head turns, the eagle soars
Unannounced by the shore
And I journey once more
Between inside out and outside in.
Janet E. Hartwick Sterk
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