Trees grow thick leaves that spread out
making July afternoon shade,
then turn brown and fall at our feet
The river flows under our bridges,
a noisy current in the Spring,
soft murmur in late Summer
Our night sky also changes,
clouds thick or thin, moon bright or hidden
yet stars are always there, untouchable
Dull smudges of light between clouds in summer,
after a rain
crystals that sparkle brightest on clear winter nights
air so thin we can hear planes above our heads
trains from miles away
coming close, fading out
as they head out of town
their exits routine; unwitnessed