Though many of us were taught that poems have hid­den mean­ings that must be dis­cov­ered and pried out like the meat from wal­nuts, a poem is not a puz­zle, but an expe­ri­ence. Here David Bak­er makes a gift to us through his deft descrip­tion of an ordi­nary scene. Read­ing, we accept the expe­ri­ence of a poem and make it a part of our lives, just as we would take in the look of a moun­tain we passed on a trip. The poet­’s use of the words ​“we” and ​“neigh­bors” sub­tly under­line the fact that all of us are mem­bers of the human com­mu­ni­ty, much alike, fac­ing the chang­ing sea­sons together.