Two poems for a March morning

No pic for the first poem as I couldn’t find an appropriate one, and my own camera isn’t up to the job.

Beneath the clouds
Among the waking rose trees
Pendant raindrops
On each leaf bud
A chain of pink tourmalines.

High water
In the still pause between tides
Gulls float on the river
Like grey stones
Scattered across a glassy strand.

Photo credit: Rob Farrow

Make believe

Certains soirs
L’eau prend des teints d’or
Et d’argent
Et on peut faire semblant
Que la vie est belle.

waves of sun ©  Kaensu
waves of sun © Kaensu

Sometimes at evening
the water glints
with gold and silver lights
and we can still pretend
that life is good.