Deepening the Mystery

God of ice puddle
Glaring back into my face
Will melt with the Spring.


 



 







Tough guys with their peers
But they're freaked so easily:
Plump tufted titmice.

 They swoop like children
Who pretend to fly in air:
Small fat chickadees.

 Road into the woods
Ends in a frozen snow field
As thick as a wall.







 






 Three trucks driving by
Stir the road into a fog--
Mystery of dust.






 





 A distant wind chime
Mixes briefly with bird songs--
A faint soft swirling.
















Shadows round the bend
Deepening the mystery
Of what lies beyond.







 






 Empty paper bag
Lies stranded with mouth open--
"Will someone fill me!"













Soft green moss growing
On the hard steel gray boulder--
Mix of elements.