The leaves hop, scraping on the ground.
It is deep January. The sky is hard.
The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.
It is in this solitude, a syllable,
Out of these gawky flitterings,
Intones its single emptiness,
The savagest hollow of winter-sound. ~ Wallace
Yes this is a reflection shot. In case you are having trouble working it out it is the frost covered branches of the trees reflected in a frozen puddle and the out of focus patches are fallen leaves frozen on the top of the puddle. The only editing I have done to this is enhance the blue tones to bring out the cold frost feel and upped the clarity to make a bit sharper.