changing shades of puffs
sun kissed sky dawns
birds tuck me in
(c) Tournesol ’15
Author: Tournesol
A little bit about moi:
I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator.
I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors.
Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka.
I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other.
http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com
Harmony (haiku)
autumn wind blows
worm chomps on fallen apple
early bird smiles
(c)Tournesol
beautiful sky (haiku)
Beautiful is the sky
spring is here at last
sun smiles at me
chasing sunsets
running, how desperate am I!
dusk beats me
quiet night
newborn finally stops crying
hush!
© Tournesol ’15
melts with nature (haiku)
sits in wait as one,
caterpillar melts with nature
maturing
filled with life,
blossom’s sweet nectar
butterfly takes wing
© Tournesol ’15
highland (haiku)
on highland
gathering purple heather
bleating sheep
© Tournesol ’15
confetti (haiga)
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santé printemps!
saké sous le cerisier
cascade des pétales
des milliers de fleurs
pluie de confetti
panamas roses
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toast to spring!
sake beneath the cherry tree
blossoms cascade
thousands of blossoms
confetti showers
pink panamas
(c) Tournesol ’15
light (haiku)
spring radiates
stirring new beginnings
…and promise
© Tournesol ’15
natural shelter (kikôbun)
Early in the morning, raindrops on fresh cut grass tickled her feet. She stopped a moment to listen to her friends chirp ‘bon matin’. Spade in one hand, box of marigolds in the other, she reached her vegetable garden. Kneeling at the edge, she set the spade aside. No need for metal when the earth was still loose and wet. Digging bare hands in the rich soil, the feel on her fingers made her feel alive; the earthy scents of soil, clay and last night’s drizzle awakened her sense of being. She planted the marigolds outlining the entire garden and got a whiff of the pungent, musky scent, pleasing to humans yet, repugnant to insects.
morning drizzle
oozes pleasant scents
petrichor
alluring scents,
insects run away
marigolds
© Tournesol ’15
CP Time Machine, ‘perfume’
fleeting hope (tan renga)
feeling alone
in the woods around Edo –
just the autumn wind (Yozakura)
colorful leaves dancing
through the abondend city (Chèvrefeuille)
feeling alone
in the woods around Edo
just the autumn wind
whirlwind of panache
fleeting splash of colours
blurs cluttered minds
lost in a sea
self-pity
© Tournesol ’15
April skies (haibun)
As soon as the alarm went off, she jumped out of bed and pulled the curtain in her bedroom.
“Oh boy! she said, “The snow has melted everywhere!”
She shuffles towards the kitchen, screaming, “MAMA!!, can I wear my new Easter shoes to school to day…pretty please!!”
Her mother is packing her daughter’s lunch and turns her head towards the kitchen window.
“Well love, you know the earth is still frozen, it may be too cold…I don’t know…” her voice trails as she looks at the thermometer outside by the window sill.”
Ah Mama, puleeeze, I promise to wear my thick tights. Come on, Mama, it skips better in shoes,” she whines preparing to pout, “I’m brining my skipping rope to school for recess…pretty please!!” she raises her baby blues pleading to her mother…
“Oh, alright”, her heart melts at those blue liquid eyes.
April skies beckon
walking in her brand new shoes
blossoms await
© Tournesol ’15
Photo actually taken at five in the afternoon April 16, 2015.
