surprise
at the softness
of the pine needle landing
Face Of The Fallen Log
Disguised
two eye-lashed eyes
an interrupted smile
moth of many faces
Let A Flower Be Your Mirror
peering into Johnny’s face
admiring his tiny yellow freckles of pollen
I can almost see my own beauty
Petunia In November
turning her face
away from the cold
to shine just one more day
Spring’s Many Faces
last year’s corn
a stubble on the field’s
greening face
Waltz In The Woods
young trees
shadow dance
on the rock face
Granite Face
head cocked
piercing eye
shy smile
My Captured Heart
taken by
a special face
in the cheering crowd
Rooted in Rock
hair of gold
atop the granite face
smiling palisade
Freckles
Splendid is the smattering
of red upon pink petals
freckle faced lily
enchanting girl of the garden
Picasso
A hint of a face made of knots.
Is it wonder or awe or angst that it shares?
Could it be a wooden reflection?