Lawrence Hall, HSG
Faces Among the Leaves
At first she thought it was but the rock and the
bushes…
But all at once she was aware of a
face among the leaves…
Sigrid Undset,
Kristin Lavransdatter
There
are curious faces among the leaves
Among
the trees and sometimes in the trees
Along
the road a little old man appears
Looking
at me from the trunk of a rotting pine
He
seems to be a little bit annoyed
But
not dangerous; he’s become used to me
Tapping
along with my shiny hiker’s stick
Searching
the winter sky for something of truth
And
there are bare feet dancing in the underbrush
And
faces in the trees I must not see
