Ange fidèle / Faithful Angel

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Qui est la plus belle ?
la Seine ou la lumière d’hiver ?
L’autre rive ou celle-ci ?

Ou peut-être
l’âme du peintre
marchant sur l’eau ?

Je crois bien c’est la tienne,
Ange fidèle
qui toujours m’accompagne.

~

Which one is the most beautiful?
The Seine River or the light of Winter?
This side of the River or the other one?

Or maybe
the painter’s soul
walking on water?

I believe it is yours,
faithful angel,
always by my side.

~

La Seine en Hiver  © 2016 – F.G.M.

Winter Landscape

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Almost an Off-White,
or a very subtle Gray,
revealed only when the mist vanishes
at the beginning of the day,

and the Silver of naked hills
kissed by pale winter lights,
and this rare shade of Blue
above the frozen fields,

and the forgotten Green of trees
still aware despite appearances.
– Colors of the Soul slowly emerging
from the bright darkness of the Night.

~

illustration: Winter landscape. Rime
Aleksey Savrasov (1870)

Christmas Oath

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I, little soul in the Winter wind,

do solemnly swear
that I will try again
to walk barefoot
in powder snow

just for fun.

I will never doubt
that teddy bears can do a somersault
when you don’t look at them
and that they all have

a living soul.

I will ever regard
falling stars
as stirring signs from Elsewhere
and will stay a child at heart

forever.

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* * * JOYEUX NOËL ! MERRY CHRISTMAS! * * *

Enfants de Noël / The Silence of Snow

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Dans un jardin de fin décembre
des enfants de Noël
cueillent des fleurs de cendre
suivis d’un rouge-gorge, ami toujours fidèle.

Une pie endimanchée semble écouter
le bruit qu’ils font à peine sur la neige.
Dieu, que la lumière d’hiver est belle !
Je crois qu’ils sont des Anges !

Enfants de Noël,
nous le serons ce soir
si comme eux nous savons
tout recevoir, puis tout donner.

~

In the gardens of Winter
children of Christmas
followed by a faithful robin
gather ash flowers.

A Magpie in Sunday best
listens to the Silence of Snow.
I’m sure She knows
who they really are.

We too will be Angels of Light
if we can learn tonight
to receive everything
then to give it all.

~

illustration: the Magpie
Claude Monet (1869)

Ode to the Seasons

If I had only one year left to live
I would thank Spring
for bluebells woods and rainbows,
seen and unseen.

I would tell Summer
it means the world to me.
In Fall, I would plant a tree
under the silent stars.

Leaf on the wind,
I would ask Winter
to give me for Christmas
only one Night more,

and like a child
enthralled by the Lights
I would write in the snow
love letters with many forevers.