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Durante los días más fríos del poderos invierno
Piensa en una dulce primavera y sueña con un verano templado
Durante las horas más duras de la noche invernal
Piensa en flores y sueña con una agradable luz solar.

La estación llega, se queda un poco y luego huye
La vida pasa por un evento circular como la abeja
Como los rayos de luna danzando alrededor de la Madre Tierra
Para encantarla, abrazarla y besarla hasta la muerte.

En medio del profundo invierno, piensa en una primavera divina
Y sueña con días de veranos brillantes y bochornosos
Nunca te sientas desesperanzado y pesimista por nada.

Siempre hay días mejores y noches gloriosas por delante
Permanece positivo y resistente mientras tu cabeza este presente
Piensa bien y sueña con rayos solares más cálidos.

P.D. Traducción de: Thinking Of A Divine Spring.

Copyright © Enero de 2025, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados
Hébert Logerie es autor de varios libros de poesía.
Throughout the coldest days of the mighty winter
Think of a sweet spring and dream of a mild summer
During the harshest hours of the wintry night
Think of flowers and dream of pleasant sunlight.

Season comes, remains a bit and then flees
Life goes through a circular event like the bees
Like the moonbeams dancing around Mother Earth
In order to enchant, embrace and kiss her to death.

In the midst of deep winter, think of a divine spring
And dream of bright and sultry summer days
Never feel hopeless and pessimistic about anything.

Better days and glorious nights are always ahead
Remain positive and resilient as long as your head
Is present. Think and dream of warmer solar rays.

Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Zywa Jan 9
Next spring I'll go back

to see the blossoms, search them --


where I've never been.
Poem "Yoshinoyama" ("On Mount Yoshino" / "I'll forget the trail", 1190, Saigyo)

Collection "Love Mind and Death"
Adrianna Price Dec 2024
Come and take a walk with me
On a summer's eve so bright,
Smell the honeysuckle bloom
Beneath the fading light.
Tell me how you laugh and cry,
What stirs your heart, what makes you sigh,
Speak of dreams you hold inside,
And perhaps I'll share the ones I left behind.

Come and take a walk with me
Through autumn's fleeting glow,
Feel the crisp and cooling air
As time begins to slow.
Tell me all you hoped to be,
The things you sought so endlessly.
Let me show you what you'll learn,
Through every loss and twist and turn.


Come and take a walk with me
On winter's frozen ground,
We won’t be long—just take my hand,
No need to linger 'round.
Share your life in quiet tones,
No need to make a sound,
I’ll match your peace with calm my own.
Perhaps you'll glimpse beyond my gloom,
And see who hides within this room.

Come and take a walk with me
As spring begins to sing,
Tell me of the love you’ve found,
The joy your future brings.
Speak of family, wedding days,
The dreams you've shaped in tender ways.
I’ll listen close, with no disdain,
For the life I lost won’t cloud your gain.
And as you go, just softly say,
Remember me, my very own name, for you and I are always the same.
Ver
Nix liquefactum est,
Venit usque in gramina.
Capulus et sugar,
Tu, me, et ver.
A little casual Latin for the weekend. The snow is melting already, just enough for Christmas, just too little for the new year. :)
T R Wingfield Dec 2024
Oh to be a blade of grass
Caressing her thigh
Gazing up longingly
Upon Persephone
And her spring of warmth
On a cold winters day

Would that I could;
That I should be so lucky

If only it were more than a dream
Cuffing season got me feeling things haha
Christy Dec 2024
Sit bones ache on the dampened ground
A nest in the thicket where I’m sat down
Untended grass blocks my silhouette
Spring whispers freshly across my dress.
Sun raising blush to speckled skin
Imagining the heat of your breath again
Magpies scouring for succulent feast  
Reasons and trials threaten our peace   
The valleys and hills
The joys and the thrills
I’ll go back tomorrow to be with you
If only in a daydream
The meadow
Zywa Dec 2024
A flowering shrub

at the monastery gate:


butterflies greet me.
Collection "web tissue"
Kaitlyn Johnson Dec 2024
The day was done and the windows slid open; almost on their own.
As if they needed no more convincing other than a familiar nudge in the side.
I could hear the clouds sighing in relief after their week-long downpour.
I sighed along with them.
Oh, how exhausted we all are.
May 12th 2023
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