signs

Reading Signs

goodbye
was written
in morse code

turkey’s
two way
traffic

white flags raised
the field
is surrendered

sacred arrow
points
toward destiny

amongst an astronomy of moss
I found the moon
on the forest floor

at the Buddha’s suggestion
the wind and tree united
to place a reminder of faith

Snow and silence
withdraw to the higher elevations
as Spring takes a dainty foothold.

Corn tassels have browned
mist ushers in the morning
plants and weather are our time keepers.