signs

Stop

wait and watch
as the sun reveals
today’s gifts

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.