Branches arch streets and sidewalks,
offer shade from hot sun,
sigh in soft winds saying no relief to roots.
Time for cement to go, loose
dirt to tickle tree toes, share nutrients
and shade, softness, glory, shelter, quiet,
now shifts to autumn to show new glory.
Swaying beauties, oft dismissed
columns emptily treaded around.
Look up and see their capes, the
soft shade embracing color shape design
food shelter comfort.
Shouldn't we take better care of them?
Trees hover, leaving shadows,
dance of light, reflecting branches.
Coffee cup in hand,
I stumble over awkward sidewalks,
erupted by roots,
enjoying the beauty.
Photo and poem by MJC
