20 x 40 inches, oil/wax on canvas, 2005
Giclees available upon request.
Visit
When the moon
is full and high
Earth blanketed
with white,
we visit,
survey and reminisce.
This was our valley.
Here, we bloomed, grew,
bore children.
Bushes danced with us.
Ponds swelled
prideful of
fish harbored.
Fragments of our beauty
stand where we stood.
Cold air blows
Bushes dance no more.
Ponds lie lifeless.
We are not there.
This is our valley.
When life returns
sun is high
warm breeze blows.
We will return.
Here, we bloom and grow
again.
Until then, we visit
survey and reminisce
with sorrow and hope.
This is our valley
beauty restored
warmth in our hearts.
– Shelley Lowell