From within still silver shadows
She, the Moon,
saw him and loved him
and shared with him
all the sorrows of Gods and Heroes,
and healed his wounds.
She, the Moon,
saw him and loved him,
shed blood for him
and gave birth
to the morrow
to appease the angry Gods.
Poem from Passages by Zappha
It has its legend, however, as well as its name, for an Ojibway girl who stood on this spire of rock, watching for her lover after a battle had been fought and her people were returning. Eagerly she scanned the faces of the braves as their war-canoes swept by, but the face she looked for was not among them. Her lover was at that moment tied to a tree, with an arrow in his heart. As she looked at the boats a vision of his fate revealed itself, and the dead man, floating toward her, beckoned. Her death-song sounded in the ears of the men, but before they could reach her she had gone swiftly to the verge, her hands extended, her eyes on vacancy, and her spirit had met her lover’s
Love can be quiet and subdued.
It can sit on a shelf to collect dust.
Sometimes, it comes to us in a whisper
that is easily missed
because our senses are asleep.
Sometimes, it comes screaming like the wind,
disturbing those nearby.
Love cannot be denied.
It should be taken off the shelf and dusted off.
It should be feasted upon and then
consumed
before it becomes stale with age.
24″ X 24″ oil on canvas
If we could have measured
our length of time on earth
before we began our journey,
I would have hoped
for more golden days
alone, in the garden,
with you.
When the garden fades
and icy frost covers windows,
I will remember you.
Poem by Zappha
A Welcome to Spring
Greening fingers caress earth’s blackened thighs
and slowly trace the contours
of a thousand seasons.
Warming to a touch, tender with experience
earth submits again, and once again;
spring’s seed spills into summer
and a honey wind blows the joy
of silver birch leaves to a
wakening thrush on Sunday morning.
Silent clouds haunt the sky
and a north wind whispers my name.
The rhythm of the sea
as it flows toward the shore,
is unfettered, sublime.
