faster than gales
underground highways
blues on rails
© Tournesol ’15
Poetry ~ Waka
faster than gales
underground highways
blues on rails
© Tournesol ’15
Finally, she can breathe with the temperatures lowered but not plummeted to shock the body. Walking to work she looks at the fallen leaves forming a lovely carpet and up at the changing colours ever so slowly resisting the transition this year for some reason. Ah, yes, due the unusual warmth, nature is quite confused. Again she approaches her concrete garden that seems to blossom only in the fall. Perhaps it is a gift from the gods hiding underneath sowing the seeds all through summer.
trees shed leaves
yielding to season’s slumber
wildflowers resist
© Tournesol’15
Haiga 022 – doh
losing sight
they all race to the finish,
pinnacle of life
©Tournesol’15
022-30doh-2015 Thirty Days of September Haiga~ Day 22: cars – Rick Daddario
waits patiently
at one with the river
tranquility
© Tournesol ’15
021 doh – September 30 days of Haiga – Rich Daddario-peacefulness
*My son took my grandson fishing for the first time last weekend and took this photo with his first catch of the day…no! in his life!! (smiles)
autumn sky
rush of tints, blush –
infuse me
autumn sky
vibrant, so blue
shy of clouds
rush of tints, blush –
ambers and hennas
evocative
infuse me
my last reward – before,
stillness takes over
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autumn sky
rush of tints, blush –
infuse me
autumn sky
vibrant, so blue
shy of clouds
rush of tints, blush –
ambers and hennas
evocative
infuse me
my last reward – before,
stillness takes over
© Tournesol’15
wind blown seeds
in a haphazard way
reaped a miracle
most gardens thrive,
through laboured hours and love,
sunflower necks stretch
most of city life
immune from noxious air
September blossoms boast
© Tournesol ’15
As a child she used to climb the maple tree at her Grandmaman’s and take the maple seeds and see them float in the air like a helicopter. But sometimes she would just lie on her back on the grass by the river, looking up and pretend they were miniature bananas!
river breeze
bananas sway gently
takes me far away
© Tournesol ’15

chaque coup de pinceau
à travers la glace , forge
Sa signature
© Tournesol ’15
through the looking glass-
each brush stroke bares,
His signature
© Tournesol ’15
020 – 30 doh – 30 days of September 20th, with Rick Daddario -“painting”

Time seems to pass so quickly and yet each “firsts” paralyze her. She got through Christmas, New Years, Easter, her birthday made it six months already. After Thanksgiving, the first snow can come anytime…It was late falling last year. On that day there was barely snow on the ground. The river was not even frozen. She wondered what it would be like this year…
that first snow
falling on sacred ground
hides her name
(c) Tournesol ’15
Carpe Diem Special Autumn, First Snow