by Rand E Oertle

Created on: April 03, 2009

Puddles in the Rutted Road

We wander roads
that come and go,
to find they twist
and turn.

Along the way the
ruts do fill
with puddled mirrors
beneath the wooded arch.

Reflecting bits of sky
and life,
pictures found in
graveled frames.

High amongst the wooded webs
in winter's gray,
melt tufts of snow
and fill again the puddles.

With dark and glassy surface
black clouds over head,
black too the wooded arch
above the rutted path.

Summer has the dusty
gully washing rain,
leaving in its wake
its muddy mark upon the road.

Each season paints too
its strokes upon the road,
and leaves in puddles,
the fragile pictures of its life.

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