15 for 15 Contest --- Closed

Topographical road map
etched deep
into weathered skin
with gullies worn from heart earned tears
intersecting with laughing highways.
Flashing beacons warn not away
but beckon closer:
time tolls along.
Sparsely forested hairline
recedes
not into snowy locks, but
grey hoarfrost of advancing years.
Plowed field stubble speaks
of harvests gleaned
and faint curve of earth
speaks volumes without a sound.
Topsoil furrowed thin worn
from repeated plantings
from years of plowing deep
to seed new growth.
Directions given from lost years
mountain while
molehill solutions feather
criss-crossing leather parchment
a history for those
wise enough to read the signs.