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.