Revelation / Révélation

Almost all the leaves have fallen,
the two last roses of the year
do not seem to feel the threat.

Candles cannot replace the sun,
it’s drizzling. I forget.
My soul is poor and wet.

But that is how the World
and the Heart reflect Light.
Winter. Sadness. Beauty.

Revelation.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Presque toutes les feuilles
sont tombées,
et deux roses dernières
ne semblent deviner la menace.

Quelques bougies ne peuvent
remplacer le soleil.
J’oublie. Sur mon âme nue,
il bruine.

Mais c’est ainsi que le monde
et le cœur reflètent la lumière.
Hiver. Tristesse. Beauté.
Révélation.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Deux roses © 2017 – F.G.M.

The Sign

The island was shrouded in mist.
The sea was calm and I sailed
as if guided by Dolphins and Spirits.

I walked along the pristine beach
and the winding path,
I asked well-known birds for a Sign.

The fog did not lift, the Spirits said nothing
but even before I reached the Painter’s house
I was given a bunch of flowers.

Gorse in bloom, bramble flowers
and dried ferns,
beautiful present from the Heath

that still comforts my heart.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Bouquet Champêtre, îles Chausey © 2017– F.G.M.

The King

Once You were a seed
now You are a King.

You reign over all seasons
You see beyond all horizons.

You make the deaf hear
You give sight to the blind,

but those who refuse to be
little leaves falling softly down

will never see Your crown
will never reach Your realm.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

l’Arbre d’Or © 2017 – F.G.M.

La Condamnation / The Sentence

Désespérées, des fleurs mauves
ont embrassé l’Automne,
et des lumières oranges
ici et là s’attardent.

Ce jardin est un tableau,
et le monde est un faux,
et de mon âme j’ai perçu
la vacillation

quand j’ai reçu
ma condamnation.
Mais je t’aime à jamais
et c’est tout ce qui compte.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Desperate thistles
have fallen in love with Autumn.
Here and there
orange lights linger.

That garden is a painting,
and the world is a fake,
and I feel my soul quivering
for the sentence is Death,

but I love you
forever
and that’s all that
matters.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration: thistles on orange (Erin Hanson, 2016)

The Light of September

Today I saw
tall trees in the forest
standing proudly
like kings of kingdoms

unseen.

Today I heard children
still unaware of Time
celebrating a birthday
and I thought about

Life and Death.

Today I kept watching
a hungry chickadee,
I dreamed of the Sea,
I breathed the Light of September,

and that just made my day.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Forêt en Septembre © 2017– F.G.M.