NEIGE A GOGO - SNOW IN ABUNDANCE

2 texts: first in French, second in English

                                             


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                                               Chaque jour plus émerveillée

                                       Par la blancheur qui m'entoure au lever

                                      Magnifique paysage d'un éclat lumineux

                                    Tout ce qui manquait à mes hivers pluvieux.

                                    Prudemment, je m'initie à ce nouvel élément

                               Avec pneus neige, chaînes et pelle de déneigement.

                              Quelques sueurs froides sur la route départementale :

                                    Poursuivie par un chasse neige monumental

                                     Aiguisant ses monstrueuses lames acérées,

                                        Désespérée de me garer sur le bas côte

                                              Qui n'existe pas en cette saison,

                                    Je volais sur le bitume transformé en glaçon

                                           Telle la libellule au dessus de l'onde

                                 Quand soudain, une vicinale me sauva de l'effroi,

                                    Lui poursuivit son chemin, l'âme moribonde,

                                       Sans doute en quête d'une nouvelle proie.

                                           Depuis, j'ai appris qu'il replie ses ailes

                                              Au passage d'insectes  plus frêles.

                                             Ces nouveautés repeignent ma vie

                                                 Aux couleurs qui me sourient



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                                               Every day more marveled

                                      By the whiteness around me at sunrise

                                      Stunning landscape of a luminous glow

                                     All that was missing in my rainy winters.

                                       Prudently I approach this new element

                                     With snow tires, chains and shovel snow.

                                   Some cold sweats on the departmental road:

                                      Pursued by a monumental snowplough

                                        Whetting its monstrous sharp blades,

                                         Desperate to park on the lower side

                                         That does not exist in this season,

                                   I was flying on the pavement turned into ice

                                        Such the dragonfly above the water

                                    Suddenly, a byroad saved me from terror,

                                          It went on its way, the dying soul,

                                           Probably looking for a new prey.

                                    I have since learned that it folds its wings

                                     When it goes beyond more frail insects.

                                          These novelties repaint my life

                                          With the colors that smile at me