Berthe Morisot, the Garden at Bougival (1884)

Le jour où nous partirons enfin
une dernière fois
j’irai faire le tour du jardin.

J’irai toucher l’écorce du vieux cerisier,
l’heure sera venue
de gentiment le remercier,

à l’oiseau chanteur je confierai une prière
qu’il portera dans le ciel bleu
et peut-être jusqu’à Dieu,

puisse notre nouvelle vie
être plus belle encore
qu’elle fut ici.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

illustration : le Jardin à Bougival, Berthe Morisot (1884)

Rising Moon
Can you see the Moon coming up?
It s a new Moon.
Can you see the Sky?
It looks like a painting!

Shades of green. Hues of blue.
Pink and purple waves.
Orange sea.  Invisible sailboats.
The Night is coming! The Sun is dreaming!

It s time for the Moon to shine!
It s time for the Wind to caress your cheek!
It’s time for your freed Soul to feel
how huge your Heart can be!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration : Crescent Moon At Sunset, Arkhip Kuindzhi (1908)

Gavarnie

clouds
float in the sky
the sun warms the vertiginous peak
obsidian cliffs shine in the blinding light of hidden stars
and the cascade roars with laughter as it rushes down
to the one billion-years chasm
and the Soul shudders
when God says

I
made
all this
for
you

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Cirque de Garvarnie (France) © 2016 – F.G.M.

Fureteventura

Absolutely no one
believed the dream fisher
when he told people about stars
floating on crystal clear waters,
turquoise waves of light,
and bright constellations
that had obviously survived the Night,
yet everything he said was

absolutely true.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Reflets sur la Mer, Fuerteventura © 2016 – F.G.M.

Dancing chickadees
in fragrant linden trees know
the Wind had a sister called
Snow.

Those children of Winter
were often questioning themselves
what they would become
on the first days of Spring.

November was gloomy!
December was so cold!
And they were so worried,
poor, poor children of Winter!

But their Father Sky told them
“On the first day of Spring
You’ll become a ray of Sunlight, 
fresh water, and thus lilacs will bloom…”

That is why little chickadees
dance so gracefully.
In the gardens of God
Death,

Death does not exist.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The sun told the sky
the sky told the flower

the flower told the tree
the tree told the river

the river told the sea
the sea told the wind

the wind told the bird
and the bird told the poet…

Oh! In this world of beauty
no one is able to keep

the Secret of secrets!

© Frédéric Georges Martin