Morning til’ noon

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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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