The ginkgo tree holds its leaves
on the west side of the tree
while the oak holds hers
on the east side.
The shadow from the telephone pole
is cast innocently onto a brick wall,
only to discover
that the top of the pole
is distorted by the roof.
The well-drenched-in-sunlight
huddling trees
break up the facade
of a white farmhouse.
The cold wind tortures
the two lone stems of tall grass
clutching their seeds.
The pond,
mostly in the shade,
turns to thin ice,
except where the waterfall
is splashing.
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