(Which One the Winner?)

Yerry Hill Road now,
My front porch frosted with snow.
(There are no ducks here)

Woodpecker pecking
Doesn't want my attention,
So I turn my head.

Now fully naked,
The leaves have fled long ago.
Just change of clothing.

The snow frosted logs
Stacked so neatly for the freeze--
Congealed energy.

Fence shadows fall
On dead leaves and pine needles
 Brown Autumn palette.

The woods are turning white,
Their slow process of farewell
To the endless fall.

Stump congregation
Have donned their white winter caps.
(Always in fashion)

As the water flows,
Ice gathers around the bowl.
(Which one the winner?)