Rippling Liquid Mirrors

November's last day,
Then December--Winter's month;
Sun breaks on the lawn.

Sun rises swiftly
Lighting me up in mirror--
Dappled reflection.

Puddles in barnyard;
Gentle wind blows up the road;
Rooster crows in sun.

White froth in the stream;
Still, in the rushing water,
Serenely stable.

Sharp shadow surface
Lies across fences and trees--
Flattening darkness.

Green pine and brown leaves
Nestled in each other's arms.
Cardinal in the bushes.

I love mud puddles:
Rippling liquid mirrors
That reflect the sky.

Pain across my leg;
Slender barbed stem bounces back,
Warns me of trespass.