Does the sparrow see
the ghost of the cat
that’s looking out
the little round window?

Follow me
a silver-lined cloud had said
to the heavy-hearted boy,
I’ll show you a double Rainbow.

But unwinged birds
like Sorrow and Woe
cannot fly away
and “nevermore” is

the saddest word I know.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Dancing chickadees
in fragrant linden trees know
the Wind had a sister called
Snow.

Those children of Winter
were often questioning themselves
what they would become
on the first days of Spring.

November was gloomy!
December was so cold!
And they were so worried,
poor, poor children of Winter!

But their Father Sky told them
“On the first day of Spring
You’ll become a ray of Sunlight, 
fresh water, and thus lilacs will bloom…”

That is why little chickadees
dance so gracefully.
In the gardens of God
Death,

Death does not exist.

© Frédéric Georges Martin