Snowflakes in Sunlight / Danse mystique

Was it Winter’s swan song
or a strange harbinger of Spring?
The day before yesterday I saw
snowflakes in sunlight

softly falling from the Sky.
A waltz of stellar crystals
and gleeful particles.
Silent rain of divine Light.

And I danced with you,
and with Her
on the border that unites
Winter and Spring,

timeless place
where Hope and Love
show us their wonderful
Face.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Etait-ce le chant du cygne de l’hiver
ou l’étrange présage du printemps ?
J’ai vu doucement tomber du ciel,
et du soleil, des flocons de neige.

Une valse de cristaux et d’étoiles
de particules joyeuses,
pluie de lumière, avant hier,
silencieuse et divine.

Et j’ai dansé avec toi, avec Elle,
sur la frontière qui ne sépare pas
l’Hiver du Printemps,

espace hors du temps
où l’Espérance et l’Amour dévoilent
leur merveilleux visage.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Flocons de neige dans l’Infini © 2018 – F.G.M.

Last Dream (Winter’s Tale)

Most snowflakes
do not philosophize
nor do they worry
about falling to the ground.

But One of them
had a little boy’s soul
seeking to overcome
the fear of death.

One night shortly
before Christmas
he had one beautiful
last dream.

Snow had fallen.
Snow had melted.
Once upon a Spring morn
a snowdrop was born.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

さようなら

さようなら
the sun is rising,
my heart is beating,
I’m leaving, how exciting!

I will write on the wind
you will read the clouds
thus we’ll see the world
as red-crowned cranes

and hidden spirits do.
When it’s snowing flowers
dreams bloom
under the cherry trees

and Spring reveals everything.
I promise I’ll tell you!
NOW is the time for Sakura!
さようなら

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Seventy Two Seasons

today
hawks have become
doves

and as surely as
the sun rises
irises and buttercups will bloom

we have plenty of time
before swallows
leave

there are Seventy Two Seasons
and so many reasons
to celebrate

Beauty

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Alive

it’s
less
cold
outside
Winter
swallows
its pride
a bird sings
the Light
springs
Fear
dies
Hope
doesn’t
worlds coincide
when colors collide
we are secure
Love
is

alive

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The Promise of Spring

Mars qui rit malgré les averses
prépare en secret le printemps.
(Théophile Gautier)

Daffodils in the rain
seem to bow to Fate,
but tomorrow the Sun
will raise them up.

The old cypress has offered
a shelter to the tiny wrens.
Strong trees laugh at storms,
and treasure fragile lives.

March is a man of his word:
Every cloud has a silver lining.
That’s the Promise of Spring
and that’s so very true!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Ode to the Seasons

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