Ornamental grasses
wave seductively in the wind,
flowers dream of freedom
in carefully aligned pots,
cleomes and roses grow
under the wooden arches
and poplars teach maples
how to touch the sky.

Let’s walk on the gravel path!
The place looks like
a wonderfully light-filled painting.
Summer is the painter’s name,
and butterflies can’t keep it secret:

Love is a garden!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Le jardin de l’île des Ibis © 2019– F.G.M.

Raindrops are God’s tears,
rainbows are Heaven’s doors
and I strongly believe
clouds are floating mountains.

I love to blow the dandelion flower.
I always do as I please
and often hurt my knees
and my heart.

But I don’t really mind.
I’m proud to tell everybody
I never grow up
and never will.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: Cloud
(Arkhip Kuindzhi)

I will tell the stars
how beautiful they are
in the Night Sky.

I will thank the Moon
for making children’s dreams
definitely possible.

In a world of misery
I will try to speak
the language of poetry,

and if I can’t keep my
new year’s resolutions
I will take a nap

under the Living Tree
then I will smile gently
to the Summer clouds.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: The Future of Statues
(René Magritte, 1937)