The shadows of trees are dark and distinct.

I see from this hill
the horizon-edge distinct–
clear air after rain.

Shadows pass slowly
over top of green forest–
clouds floating in sky.

Now a breeze rises
wood thrush and tanager sing–
sparkling the river.

~Zphx 20140701  See July 1, 1854 (“From the hill I perceive that the air is beautifully clear after the rain of yesterday. . . The shadows of trees are dark and distinct.”)