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.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The Piggy Bank

When we reach the age of reason
every one of us is given
a piggy bank.

It is a treasure box, a porcelain Heart
destined to be broken
on our last Day.

I wish I could fill up mine
with jingling words like
caring and sharingspring and beginning

and not with coins of bitterness,
for Love is the true richness
the only wealth that really matters!

© Frédéric Georges Martin



Ce poème est un jardin,
un jardin derrière un mur,
un mur si facile à franchir
si l’on reste un enfant.

On peut y voir
tout de lumière, l’iris blanc
et même le noyer,
celui qu’avait planté mon père,

et aussi des violettes,
celles qu’aimait ma mère,
et de grandes fougères
qui gardent une Source.

Dans ce jardin,
quelque part entre ces mots,
n’en doutez pas,
je suis et resterai vivant.

© Frédéric Georges Martin


illustration: Ferns by the water
Isaac Levitan (1895)



He dips His brush
into the light of winter
and paints naked trees on water
and the world trembles in the wind:

the Painter loves December.
He is the Master of illusions
and children guided by emotions
ask themselves questions like

How do clouds float in the sky?
Why do we have to die?
But He holds their little lives
in the cold palm of His hand.

How could they understand?

© Frédéric Georges Martin


Le Pinceau © 2016 – F.G.M.

The World Will Not Forget Us

Footsteps in the snow,
silhouettes in the rain,
a father’s smile
or a mother’s voice:

nothing is really lost.
Clear lakes have
a good memory for faces,

empty spaces
aren’t actually empty.
The light of stars
keeps everything in mind,

the sky is neither blind
nor deaf,
believe these words:
the world will not forget us.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Cosmic Quest


this is not a test
but rather a cosmic quest

stairway to the sun
stairway to the moon

castles in the sky
kiss the world goodbye

traveler in the Night
please remember

to enter the garden of stars
you must not want to enter

the garden of stars

© Frédéric Georges Martin


Illustration: Cosmic Composition
Paul Klee (1919)

Eternal Return


the Weak and the Strong
the Wise and the Fool
the Guilty and the Innocent
the Rich and the Poor

students, teachers and day dreamers
wrinkled old souls as well as youngsters
we all are heading straight
for the Kingdom we come from

© Frédéric Georges Martin


Vers le Soleil © 2016 – F.G.M.