Fair Weather

FAIR WEATHER

Sleep, my little one, your mother is here to comfort you
The storm whitened the night with lightning
and the dark fog blinds the mind
but the heart knows one last magic spell
and the grass grows…
roses bloom,
sweet morning dew embroidering orange blossoms
and stimulates the soul
I raised you from the sea, light and beauty,
the sea is cradle, wind
is my own breath…

MARIA NIVEA ZAGARELLA (Sicily)
English translation by Gaetano Cipolla