Lawrence Hall, HSG
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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
Feb 20, 2024
Feb 20, 2024 at 1:39 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]
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