The gnarled face grimaces
at those who pass on the
ancient whitetail trail –
a curved and twisted nose
above a solitary frown,
two eyes, not quite level,
branches that grasp like arms.
The Tree With a Face guards
the old path between the forest
and the creek, casting
a shadow of a doubt
on meandering strangers
who do not understand
the ways of the forest
and what is at the end of a trail.