Stories in Puddles

The wind is restless;
Road shines with the melting snow;
Sun breaks through the clouds.

Mirrors on the road--
Ice turns to muddy water;
Sun chases the clouds.








Shadows on the snow
Vanish as clouds take over
Propelled by the wind.









There is no silence;
The wind roars in the forest;
Clouds and trees obey.

A break in the clouds--
The road is washed with shadows
That evaporate.

Rippling tree limbs--
Faint clouds and slanting poles:
Stories in puddles.

How loud it bellows:
Wind--Unseen and persistent,
Sweeping through the woods.

When I turn around
The road is mysterious;
I've never seen it.