From an Unseen Place

Tilted to the side
Road sign seems almost jaunty,
Hailing travelers.

Ripples on the pond
Are shiny and motionless;
Perhaps they're frozen.

Surrounded by ice
Shiny stream presses forward
Through narrow passage.








From an unseen place
The faint chimes of a clock sound--
Eleven o'clock.

Standing and punctured,
Carved by bugs and woodpeckers--
Truly holy tree.












Across the tree trunk
Stretching slender thin and arched--
Shadow of a frown.

Sprouting from the rock
Thin tree trunk curves to the sky
Leaving bits of stone.

Lying in the sun
Pine cone dwarfed by its shadow
Seems formidable.

Hat in the brambles,
Faded now and camouflaged
Part of the bushes..