Ella Young
forget me not
Far past the windmills and missile silos
one long day’s drive from red rock to grain
rocky mountains rise beneath a halo of alpine sky.
Growing atop those nosebleed peaks
eager petals stretch sunward
tufts creeping across the cracks of crags and
meandering ’round meadows of muted green.
Even the elk with their wobbly-limbed calves take care
not to tread on those tiny blossoms
of blue that survived the spring’s second snow
to make themselves a permanent home
so high above the evergreens, so far now from me.
Ella Young
Ella Young is a junior at SIUE studying English and Anthropology. She loves art, reading, and the mountains. She would like to thank everyone who has supported her and encouraged her to keep writing, including her friends at the Maude Jellison Library and YMCA of the Rockies, Jessica, Leah, Macy, and many more.
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