I’ve known these trees

I’ve known these trees

I’ve known these trees from childhood
since clambered branches
scavenged knees
and liberated blood.

I’ve know these trees
when wind’s calamity
steals and shapes
and when sun’s spotlight
peers through crowded branch
with welcoming smile.

I’ve know these trees
in ragged Winter, pregnant Spring
and the birthing of Autumn.

Again, October’s kiss
and changing embrace
kidnaps leaf with reds and browns,
sending awestruck words
scampering for expression.

At close of school
others now explore and seek
fondly remembered footholds
sending squirrels to
sanctuary.