Never the Same

Leafy patches of 
Near-bare trees
Hold high,
Reaching towards stars
Hung on moon dust
And dreams;

And the moon;
Her shadow is matched 
By a charcoal breeze
Blowing gently-
A whispered secret
Amongst the gods.

A river ripples,
Royal blue and
Awake.
Bugs skitter across,
Dodging hungry fish
With silvery wings.

Nighttime there is
Magical,
Quiet.
And never again will it be the same.