Poetry ~ Waka
this cold moon
greets me
through frigid limbs
©Tournesol ’16/01/22
mist over hot springs –
his fingers pull the sash,
her silk kimono
©Tournesol’16/01/25
winter breeze
diamonds on open fields
eyelashes glisten
bedded river
still
ships pass in the night
©Tournesol ’16/01/23
Daily Moments – January 23 2016
gulls stand guard
snow speckled sand dunes
broken promises
©Tournesol ’16/01/19
A lovely prompt to write a haiku about cherry blossoms in our mother tongue with the English translation. English is my mother tongue, so I have translated in French which is my second language and “the” language of my province. Here is my troiku about cherry blossoms.
cherry blossoms
majestic and generous
shade lovers kissing
cherry blossoms
budding promise
love is in the air
majestic and generous
pink showers
silken petals fall
shade lovers kissing
a love story
in spring
fleurs de cerisier
des amants s’embrassent sous l’arbre
imposantes et généreux
fleurs de cerisier
promesse bourgeonne
un aire d’amour
des amants s’embrassent sous l’arbre
une histoire d’amour
au printemps
imposantes et généreuses
corolles soyeuses déversent
une cascade rosée
©Tournesol’16/01/17
blue renaissance
skies revealed after the snow
nature’s recompense
renaissance bleu
ciel révélé après la neige
une récompense de la nature
©Tournesol’16
white carpets
under grey skies
arresting homes
Walking to the grocery store, she stopped now and then took photos of the landscapes. Her focus was the front door of most houses all adorned with their winter addition. Can you see the common theme here?
winter home
seasonal fixture rests
geared up for snow
Temperatures rose in the afternoon melting the snow in the streets adding puddles on the side that were not pedestrian friendly. She regretted wearing her white parka.
Yet, it was still pleasant walking in the mild weather just barely zero Celsius… no need to wear a hat was a nice treat to feel the wind blow in her hair; walking was slow due to the snow-covered sidewalks but still nice. Sidewalks are not plowed in most residential areas. A crow flew overhead and she noticed for the first time the thick winter nests for birds that were brave to stay here and not fly south.
snow dusted pine
cradling soft whiteness
dressed for winter
©Tournesol’16/01/16
Mid-winter romance
scent of a rose
my sweet Valentine
© Tournesol’16/01/11
fêtons en hiver
avec le Bonhomme Carnaval
dansant dans la rue
tendres bisous dans la nuit
gourde de vin les réchauffe
© Tournesol’16/01/08
Her mother was due but in spring and yet, here she was feeling her child pushing and shoving, making her way to thy kingdom come…Arriving at her mother’s home, a midwife by chance, she settled in the family bed letting nature take its course…un enfant d’amour.
a birth in haste
tumbling in the family berth
their winter rose
© Tournesol’16/01/08
Tournesol dans un Jardin 