Bright morning sunshine
Plays upon the dappled lawn;
Silent wind chimes swing.
Squirrel ponders, scratches,
Gets in praying position.
Then he skedaddles.
Flotsam in the sun--
Old wreckage from something else;
Joined boards still standing.
Driveway is a lake
Overpowered by the stream
Rushing ever down.
Tiny waterfalls
Rush down the side of the hill
Flanked by icicles.
Stray snow flakes floating--
They seem to have lost their way
'Mid water and ice.
Thinly sliced tree trunk
Placed carefully on its edge:
A piece of found art.
Over a decade
Tree monster has clenched the rock
And still won't let go.
Reflections--shadows:
Light plays through dirty windows--
Illusion of depth.
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