School bus rushes past;
Inside, children warm and snug;
Outside, cold sun shines.
Two large moving vans
Go up my neighbor's driveway--
A funny mistake.
Sun's morning glow
Illuminates even weeds.
Some puddles are ice.
Stream is a torrent,
Roaring with two day's rainfall;
Cold shadows on road.
Across magic lawn
Mirrored puddles have emerged;
New stream runs by road.
Shadow climbs the tree
Bringing darkness from the ground,
Stopped short by the sun.
Below the surface
Leaves lie in the new made pond;
Streams flow from tree roots.
Rivulet near road
Flows swift and noisily down
Like it has purpose.
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