Counterpoint The extraordinary run of a line Through a Bach fugue Keeping time in order To keep an ordered time. The charm of the morning was sung to the day as the first flower scents filled the air Stern music but a sweet tune To hang austerity on; A hard idea, softly framed, January in June. A soft summer breeze played a tune in the leaves dancing with never a care Bright threads in a plain weave First one then the other Distinctly leading But interleaved. The late light fades and the fragrant eve is sensuously fair.