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Bach, Winter




 





Bach must have known
how something flutters away
when you turn to face the face
you caught sideways in a mirror
in a hall at dusk
& how the smell of apples
in a bowl can stop the heart
from beating, for an instant,
between sink and stove
in the dead of winter when stars
of ice have spread
across the windows and everything
is perfectly still
until you catch the sound
of something lost and shy
beating its wings
against those darkening stars.
And then: music. 

~Jane Mead



(The photos were taken on a January day in St Leonards, England)







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