Dandelion

“Will I survive the Storm?”

the Dandelion Seed asked to the Spirit of the Wind

“No.” 

He said before adding warmly

“But the Flower will.”

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Dandelion seeds © 2016 – F.G.M.

gold-in-a-river

In the realm where Fall
neither begins nor ends
a needy poet found
gold in a river,
amazing treasure
elves hadn’t even bothered to hide.

Singing streams still remember
the wordless prayer
he thankfully wrote on the wind
whispering through the trees,
and for all I know
in the forest of many wonders

he struck it rich.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Forêt de Rambouillet (France) © 2015 – F.G.M.

Claude Monet, The House at Giverny Viewed from the Rose Garden (1922-1924)

My garden, my friend,
I won’t go away
without saying farewell
without thanking you.

The old cherry tree knows much
about hope and gratitude,
and I’ll certainly learn from its knotted branches
one last lesson of patience and fortitude.

I smile to the white butterfly
flying in the blue light of bliss:
wildflowers seeds will ever stay
under the magic spell of Summer winds,

but I know I’m going to leave you
without looking back,
for no flower has ever grown
from a gardener’s tear.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration : la maison vue du jardin aux roses,  Claude Monet (1922-1924)

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.