My Mind To Me A Kingdom Is

february

2012-02-05T03:48:00.000-08:00

wind and weather gods
are singing in the bare trees
a song of changes

for my friends

2012-02-04T09:36:00.000-08:00

The evil eastern wind

that cut through flesh and bone

and hurt my soul

with light so bright

and merciless

and shadows deep and sharp -

no room was in those days

for dreams and hope -

the evil wind died down.

warm sun is on my face

and birds are singing

of love and light

and better days to come

they warm my heart

and by my loving thoughts

may they warm yours!

winter day

2012-02-01T22:33:00.000-08:00

This winter morning

Silent, cold and bright

So blue grey white the sky:

Is it expecting snows and storms,

Or sudden raging bursts

of passion by the fireside?

Will sunshine come,

And birdsong,

Or silent clouds of snow?

Will peace be with us,

Or strife and struggle clamour

Through the world?

This winter day

So cold and bright

Has come and gone.

The stars are shining,

And Mars a fiery dot

So far, so far away.

série des animaux

2012-01-30T14:09:00.000-08:00

Série des animaux plus ou moins rares

Une plume de dragon,

Deux plumes de goélands,

Trois plumes d’anges :

Pour écrire des lettres de feu,

Pour écrire des récits de voyage,

Pour écrire des berceuses.

Quatre poils de lion,

Cinq écailles de sirène,

Six pommes de pin :

Font rugir

Font frémir,

Font plaisir.

Sept cils de licorne,

Huit feuilles de laurier,

Neuf dents de dinosaure :

Un rêve tout en blanc,

Une soupe odorante,

Un grand mal de dents.

Dix coquelicots,

Onze cornes de brume,

Douze plumes de pégase :

Rouge dans les rêves,

Perdue dans les possibles,

Je prends mon envol.

dragon sky

2012-01-12T06:55:00.000-08:00

a dragon feather
pierced the moon last night
and liquid silver
is flowing over the sky

beware of dragon feathers
they write fiery letters
and they might pierce
a heart

printemps bleu clair

2012-01-11T09:29:00.000-08:00

Gris argenté, un peu grisé,

De doux nuages reflètent

Le bleu de l’univers.

Timide et indécis,

De doux oiseaux gazouillent

Dans les bois sans feuilles.

Indécis, presque invisible,

Le soleil se montre seulement parfois

En bordure des nuages.

Timide et indécis,

Le printemps compte les bourgeons,

En respirant le doux parfum des mimosas.

Quand l’hiver reviendra,

Il lui dira, un peu hautain :

Mais oui, mon p’tit monsieur, ‘y a p’us d’saisons !

crisis, what crisis?

2011-11-30T14:07:00.000-08:00

The trees are bare now,

And the golden leaves

Ground to grey dust.

But in the night sky glimmering,

Eternal consolation,

Even star, silver moon.

Why fight then and squabble:

There is no counting

The stars in the skies.

respiration

2011-11-20T09:44:00.000-08:00

silence est profond
comme le soleil et les ombres
musique infinie

moon morning

2011-11-18T00:03:00.000-08:00

silver moon, voice of gold
on the strong wing of friendship
I ride out in the day

http://youtu.be/Gr2L-bQW6I8

softly ever so softly

2011-11-14T10:13:00.000-08:00

Soft grey clouds

are rolling in softly

from the South.

By the silent waters I walk,

under the silent trees,

and no wind rustles

in leaves and in reeds.

A bird is calling out,

A dog is barking far away.

And by the silent waters

I silence my mind

from the dissonant clamour of people.

november gold

2011-11-14T08:41:00.000-08:00

strewn over my path
promises of golden days
the november leaves

that's it

2011-11-08T09:15:00.000-08:00

les ailes du chant existent!!!!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gswGs_RvzU

definitely November

2011-11-08T00:45:00.000-08:00

There’s wood-smoke in the air

And leaves are falling

And crows are cawing sadly from afar.

And churchyard doors are open

And graves are bringing memories

From loved ones lost so long ago.

They’re calling, calling sadly from afar,

And yet I know:

No thing is ever lost forever.

No thing is ever lost forever

And no thing gained.

And Happy Ends are only temporary.

And all our lives and struggles

Are just a bar, in major keys or minor,

In the unending symphony of life.

Regenzauber

2011-11-07T02:11:00.000-08:00

Himmelgrau,

Regengrau,

Windesgrau.

Schwarzgrau Schieferdächer,

Eisengrau Wellblechschuppen,

Graugrün Bäume, Nesseln, Brombeerranken.

Graubraun Zaunpfähle

Graugelb tote Blätter

Und grau fällt der Regen.

Die graue Welt aus Regen

Sie ist ein Zaubergarten.

Ich hebe den Kopf:

Empfange Segen,

Regentropfenkuss,

Windesliebkosung.

november

2011-11-06T08:22:00.000-08:00

vaillamment rouge
résistance géranium
contre gris profond