Glimpses of poems gaze 

upwards from pools of water, and rippling puddles on the path teasing the corners of my eyes   ghosts of poetry rattle and moan in the roaring winds and the quick zephyrs tickling my lips   as the frost crackles underfoot snippets of sentences and words snap into the air free to clutch at my ears   how is it that so much depth can be mined from one string of words?   simple blue words, pulled from the raindrops dusting the earth and  fogging the gray sky   unfurling petals reveal metaphors that even the simplest can understand everywhere around hide poems and poets just tucked out of reach   only waiting for the moment to leap and seize an authors pen driving the ink to give shape to otherwise ordinary moments   will you watch for the usual to spring into unusual beauty jolting into wakefulness or will it wake you?