Up From Below

I watched her waving ever so gentle,

From a distance and through the trees,

Trying to keep her chin up

In the hint of a forgotten breeze.

I thought to myself, she's relevant here

Peeking through bare limbs

Clear blue skies way up above

But her head bowed to her chin.

A forest crowding all around,

Creeping up from below,

And I am wishing, hoping, waiting

for a strong West wind to blow.

d.c.elliott 3.18.22