Winding Hill

Silent calls scream from afar
leave from the one standing still
across the meadow and past the field
to the silent screams of a winding hill.

Gasps that move the withered ground
chace but never catch your fill
of what lies beyond and moves afar
to the gasp of the winding hill.

The one standing still out of fear
until nothing remains but the thrill
of silent calls through withered grounds
and one standing upon the winding hill.




Amelia Napiorkowski