broken branches

Looking for a face,
in rock formations,
falling leaves
blown from their home:

light green spring trees

orphans along
the forest floor
turn tinted yellow-brown
and mix among

fall's fallen broken branches


Looking for a face
in debris in dirt

I see
eyes--Stone
neck--punked wood
skin--brittle bark

Each feature forming from a forest floor gestalt.


Nature--
Is this your face?
It looks so familiar

Nature--
I am tinder