The North Wind
The northward shift of the wind
Picked at the evening still
She sat on her porch and looked
Out over the trees and hills
That had caged her body
From youth to old age
Held prisoner in this place
Her life had moved along
She a mere voyeur
As her family grew strong
They escaped this valley
And never saw her again
The northward wind called to her
Her gaze fixing on the clouds
It’s intention was clear
It didn’t need to ask so loud
It wanted her attention
More demanding than a child
The time had come to join the wind
Which roared with the voices
Of ancestors long passed
They called to her to join their dance
As they passed her by
She knew she had to join them
And say to the valley goodbye