Signs and Wise Child

Signs

Animals in the white clouds

Fortuitous shapes

In a flock of sparrows

Dashing over

To your neighbors yard

Two doors down

Faces in the green branches

Of the forest across the pond

Sun dogs high

In the sky

At three in the afternoon

Fox on a boulder at the edge

Of your yard stopping

To stare at an April

Nights full moon

Signs people see

Signs people dream

Some things you see

Once or twice in a lifetime

Others you see as often

As you care to read

The palm of your hand

Or a deck of tarot

For a friend just up

On a visit

From out of town

The secret of signs

Is that they are just

Nature waving hello

To your minds eye

It is you that give them

Meaning or cast them aside

Like brown leaves raked up

On a cool October evening

The secret of signs

Is that they happen

All the time

They are some of the lullabies

Our mother planet quietly sings

To us all 

Dewey Dirks

 

Wise Child

Each day rise,

Sit at the table

For a few cups

Of good coffee

And soak up

The fine morning air

Put on your clothes

And your best

Working attitude

Astute and mature

Take care of business

As best you can

After the days business

Of paperwork,

And power bills

Is taken care of

Throw off once again

Your age and spend

As much time

As you can

Being as young

As you can

Life is too short and sweet

Not to see it through

The eyes

Of a wise child

Dewey Dirks