ocean-de-fleurs-bleues

an ocean of blue flowers
life trees in the sunrise
and seven skies above

full of weightless butterflies

this is the way
you described Heaven
to my heavy soul

and these are the words

I’m writing tonight
as a thank you for the light
I saw with my heart

last Night

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Illustration: A Cloudy Day, Bluebonnets Near San Antonio, Texas
Robert Julian Onderdonk (1918)

arboretum-des-grandes-bruyeres

Au début de Novembre
beaucoup vont sur les tombes
déposer des bouquets
faits de regrets et de grises pensées.

Moi, je vais seul au jardin
cueillir des couleurs sur les arbres de feu,
écouter en silence et planter pour avril
de la bruyère sauvage, des anémones bleues.

Alors je pense à vous.
Et j’aime quand, ébloui par le soleil,
un instant, je vous revois,
souriants et semblant si heureux.

~

At the beginning of November
many visit graveyards
and put bouquets on graves
made of regrets and gray thoughts.

I come to the garden alone,
I pick colors from fire trees,
I listen in silence, I dream of Spring
and plant wild heather and blues anemones.

Then I think of you. 
And I love when, dazzled by the sunlight,
for one moment, I see you smiling
and looking so happy.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Arboretum des Grandes Bruyères (Ingrannes, France) © 2016 – F.G.M.

When the blackbirds are back,
when the rain makes them sing again,
the shy masters of the garden
will tell us about little things

like the green lined joy of snowdrops,
the ruby beauty of cherry trees,
spider webs glistening with dew
or the Second Spring revealed anew,

and if we stay quiet long enough
we may hear a few more words of Hope
there is never one Sunrise the same
and the best is always yet to come.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

full-transparency

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

~

Le chêne illuminé © 2016 – F.G.M.

the-kitchen-garden-gustave-caillebotte

I sowed tiny seeds of words
like aspen, maple, rowan
and got three magnificent trees.

I thought of lilies and bees
and wrote a few lines
about rosemary and thyme,

then I drew an alley and a Door
where ivy hadn’t crept the wall
and goldenrod was standing tall,

and this was neither art nor poetry
but rather a garden beyond memory,
such a pretty place to see you again.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Illustration: the Kitchen Garden, Gustave Caillebotte (1877)

Fluttering leaves.
Shades of orange and brown.
Autumnal holograms
illuminated from within.

Fall is a collage maker,
a painter of renown,
but it seems passers-by see
nothing.

I’m smiling, not really dreaming.
Time has been set free.
This is almost eternity,
and you are so close to me.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Round and round the Garden
I’m sure years didn’t harden
your heart

and you were strong enough
to go
through the wind and the rain.

But I know words
will never relieve
your pain.

One step
two step
unsmiling little tin soldier,

open your small rusty hand
and sing, sing, sing
this is the best way to regain

the will to breathe
the will to live
the will to love!

© Frédéric Georges Martin