Le printemps est venu

Le printemps est venu

Le printemps est venu,
emballé de nuages,
ficelé du vol de pinsons,
et embaumé du chant du merle

Ces arbres murmurent
dans leur langue de feuilles nouveau-nées,

et moi, j’écoute avec espoir,
l’insaisissable, cheval ailé,
bleu comme les brins de ciel,
qui remplissent à ras bord
un nid de rouge gorge.


Spring came

Spring came,
wrapped in cloud,
tied up in chaffinch flight,
perfumed with the blackbird’s song.

These trees of mine murmur
in their tongue of new born leaves,

and I listen with hope,
elusive as the winged horse,
blue as the brimming scraps of sky
in the robin’s nest.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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