The last Hope

Taciturn poplars close ranks.
They do not fear November.

I try to fill in the blanks.
Will the dawn remember?

But the sky has cried enough,
flowers have fallen into a deep sleep.

Winter Soldiers know their stuff.
The last Hope is a secret to keep.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Peupliers au petit matin © 2017 – F.G.M.

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

Transparency

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Day by day the Weaver patiently
weaves the tapestry of Time
and Destiny, and Summer achieves
Spring and Winter dreams

and the Autumn sun shines
through the leaves of the vibrant Tree
and so does Love in full transparency
through our thin and quivering souls.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Le chêne illuminé © 2016 – F.G.M.

By the Stream, Autumn

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Arbres de feu aux ombres d’or,
lente brume incandescente,
lumière des eaux, eaux des couleurs,

Nuit noire, Nuit pure, matin doux,
matin bleu, Orion fidèle, jardin vermeil
ô Saison merveilleuse, belle, éternelle,

By the Stream,  Autumn – Dieu :
est-ce parce qu’il Te ressemble
que j’aime autant l’Automne ?

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration : By the Stream, Autumn, Paul Gauguin (1885)