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.