" The puzzle"

 The puzzle √

Each day I pull the puzzle out to see just where I stand

Solve the riddle, find the clue, see where the pieces land

And, in one day, there's so much change, to take the breath away

I spend a day and brightened night, to find the piece to play

Curiouser and curiouser, I find it all to be

For from the heart and out the mouth, remains of what I see

Some days, the whole thing seems so clear, all answers to decree

And, then, a poof, they pop their top and all is gone, they flee

I scratch my head, once more, in thought, it's there and, then, it's gone

And, what of all that silliness I danced upon the lawn

There may be more within that dance than all those thoughts so deep

So, skip that silly pensive brow before it makes me weep

The pitter-patter of the rain, the soft brush of the snow

Its simple answers hold more truth than I will ever know

This was written before the puzzle made any sense.  I was so close at the time, though.