Our Climbing Tree

Sunset on gleaming shadows fall:
Memories once held as truth
For here among the cedars tall
Winds whisper of ne’er forgotten youth.

The scrape of boot, of heel on bark,
Reminiscent of the challenges faced
Out here, from warm to cold season, hark!
Reminders catch hold in this place.

Here his hand held tight aloft
Upon the snapping sapling branch –
And here, with words gentle and soft,
He made me fly with honest glance.

This trek, this climb, to this old haunt
Had promised release of cold, dry heart;
Instead, the leaves seem just to taunt
My soul that change-winds tore apart.

I sit up in this barren tree
Cold with the Matron’s frosty grasp;
I dream of times when I felt free
And of Love forever, ever past.

Brought back to life with memory,
He is immortal, thus still with me.