Stars glitter gifs

I, little soul in the Winter wind,

do solemnly swear
that I will try again
to walk barefoot
in powder snow

just for fun.

I will never doubt
that teddy bears can do a somersault
when you don’t look at them
and that they all have

a living soul.

I will ever regard
falling stars
as stirring signs from Elsewhere
and will stay a child at heart


© Frédéric Georges Martin



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

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.

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