A Thank You Letter

School kids had great fun playing in the snow.
They ran, they hid, they laughed.
Now Time speaks slow.
I stand on its whitest side.

There’s ice on the sidewalk
and nothing to thank for.
Grownups are petty
and ungrateful.

I’m cold and disenchanted.
But I don’t want to be like them,
and so I write for Winter
a thank you letter.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Allée sous la neige, Paris © 2018 – F.G.M.

Gardener’s Tear

Claude Monet, The House at Giverny Viewed from the Rose Garden (1922-1924)

My garden, my friend,
I won’t go away
without saying farewell
without thanking you.

The old cherry tree knows much
about hope and gratitude,
and I’ll certainly learn from its knotted branches
one last lesson of patience and fortitude.

I smile to the white butterfly
flying in the blue light of bliss:
wildflowers seeds will ever stay
under the magic spell of Summer winds,

but I know I’m going to leave you
without looking back,
for no flower has ever grown
from a gardener’s tear.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration : la maison vue du jardin aux roses,  Claude Monet (1922-1924)