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