Vivant — WORDS IN THE LIGHT

Ce poème est un jardin,
un jardin derrière un mur,
un mur si facile à franchir
si l’on reste un enfant

On peut y voir
tout de lumière, l’iris blanc,
et même le noyer,
celui qu’avait planté mon père,

et aussi des violettes,
celles qu’aimait ma mère,
et de grandes fougères
qui gardent une Source. […]

via Vivant — WORDS IN THE LIGHT

Inspiring: My Garden |Tanka

my garden alive
summer so rich when in bloom
part of me I give
to nurturer keep growing
both it and I will survive

My Garden | Poem

My garden, alive, summer so rich, when in bloom, part of me I give.
Part of me I give, to nurturer, keep growing, both it, and I will survive

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Anna Cottage says:

    I will love any kind words said about gardens, when I am in mine then finally I am at peace with my thoughts,

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Mick Talbot says:

      I definitely a good place to sit and ponder, do it all the time.

      Liked by 1 person

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