Like Spindleshanks, I was confused by the sestet and could only make it make sense by reading a comma after "pass." The meter is rather rocky in spots. I find the poem to be a nice bit of nature description. The turn from chatting to silence is so gradual as to be almost imperceptible as a turn. I like the final image, but the poem strikes me as being more pretty than deep.
Susan
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