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all kinds of winds
November 2009 
Happy Belated Birthday to Zephyr ~ September Breakfast
Posted on Sep 7th, 2008
by 
Dryad
Dryad
Several days late, this is a Natal Day Surprise for Zephyr, whose Birthday comes just after mine. My Daddy used to call me “September Morn” as I was born on the first day of this month, by just a few minutes. I asked my Daddy once, if September 1st was “September Morn” what was September 2nd? He thought about it a minute and then said. “September Breakfast.”
I haven’t ever met anyone before who was born on September Breakfast! Happy Late Birthday Zephyr!
I love the name “Zephyr.” I like winds of all kinds, gales and gusts, and sou’easters, blows an squalls, breezes and headwinds and monsoons and tempests and cross winds (which, obviously, belong to me.)
I think I’ve always liked Breezes and Zephyr’s best, probably because there is something dancing about them. The definition of a Zephyr is a wind that is “refreshing.” Next time you are working hard and think you can’t make it and just when you are about to give up - in comes your “Second Wind”. I like to think of that as a Zephyr too. “I’m ready to go again, I’ve caught my Zephyr and I’m off!”
I have been looking for this poem to share with Zephyr for some time. I had an epiphany in the middle of the night last night and when I got up and looked - there it was! I love those midnight epiphanies.
I wrote this poem for my cousin and best friend Jacque Lynn Bell. Lynn is a professional dancer who has traveled the world exploring, dancing and living deeply. She has recently begun to settle into earth a little for a magnificent new dance. We are the same age, 55, Water-Snakes together, and she is very busy right now mothering three new come breezes ages two, three and five. It is lucky dancing keeps one so young! As does living life as a refreshing wind, I believe.
I thought this poem would fit for our Zephyr quite well. I know Lynn would recognize another ‘Wind that dares to know itself’ and want to share.
Zephyr
Sing, soft sun washed wind
Into the hush of a dry grey world
Sing colors to the pale morning sky
Paint the dawn with a reflection of your song
Fresh and new as a cut crystal breeze
Breathe movement into the dark still earth
Whisper the world to dance
Shape each cloud’s feathery flight unique
The twist of each tree it’s own
Every second of foam blown from
The rivers lips
Different from the last
Into a world that would be set as stone
Blows a wind that dares to know itself
Fly free clear streaming singing wind
Taste the corners of the earth
Calling sweet green from a mountain top
Sighing through a jungle rain
Melting into the weave of change
Drinking tomorrow from a cup of joy
Sing . . .
Soft sun washed wind
The beauty of your movement
An exquisite ache
The bracing of your presence
A clean breath of truth
The center of your being
an exhalation
of inspiration
This flat world so needs your song . . .
Sing
©Edwina Peterson Cross
Since I was a very little girl, I have loved the poem, “Who Has Seen the Wind?” by Christina Rossetti.
WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND ?
~ Christina Rossetti ~
ho has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing thro'
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.
I truthfully used to spend hours sitting on my swings staring intently into the back yard, in order to learn how to actually see the wind, as well as the things it dances with. I figured that maybe Christina Rossetti couldn’t see it, but I was going to. Besides, she up and says right in the poem that the guy on 1st has seen it . . . why not me? :-P I love the winds dance partners, my favorites, of course, being trees, but I also love cloud dancing. This is a little painting I did of a place I love - Lake Dillon in Colorado. After I had finished a fairly placid lake scene - I let the wind dance around with the clouds in a rather unorthodox manner. What do you suppose an orthodox cloud looks like anyway?
Zephry Dance Over Lake Dillion
Who knows where these winds live & what kind of wind they are?
Without looking them up?
WITH looking them up! :-)
Snow Eater
Harmattan
Foehn
Chinook
Samiel or Simoon
Doldrums
Who Has Seen The Wind
This painting that I did to Christina Rossetti's poem is my husband's favorite of all my paintings. Interesting, I think.
Did I get all the way through this without spelling Zephyr wrong?
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I loved your poem and Christina Rosetti's, both the poems and the paintings are absolutely beautiful Winnie, thank you, thank you, thank you so much. LOL i didn't notice any mispellings of Zephyr, I was too bewitched by the art and poetry, smiles and a
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Love from Zephyr
what a beautiful birthday gift! you are an amazing person… hugs!
Thank you both! Zephyr, I am so glad that you enjoyed the windy offering. Nicole, it is always wonderful to see your windows leading out to new horizons. I love the feeling of it.
I am always getting the ending of Zephyr transposed and getting: Zephry. That is a good word too, we should go looking for a meaning for it!
Yes, I am quite often called Zephry, but I answer to any name, when I was nursing some called me Gael, mate, ducks, ducky, dearie, angel, sister, nurse, matron, even doctor, well I couldn't claim to be a doctor - but I was happy to answer to any of the other names lol
It was a patient who first called me Zephyr because she said I went about the ward like a refreshing summer breeze and the name stuck while I worked there. Then when I stated writng poetry I adopted the name as my nom de plume.
You amaze me. You ALL amaze me. You are so beautiful. As beautiful as the wind.
Beautiful blog, words, pictures and feelings for an amazing person with the most breathtaking name
The blog and comments made me smile from the heart because I could feel all your emotions… and it was wonderful… Happy Birthday both of you and all the rest of you with September Bdays :))
Beautiful poems and magical art pieces! I know that Rosseti poem by heart since grade school! Am feeling nostalgic! Thank you for sharing and caring!