Sunflowers are happy, vibrant and very tenacious flowers. Her favourite flower is really the daisy but she is not as keen with the French translation,” marguerite”, and so she chose sunflower to be her nom-de-plume, hence, Tournesol. C’est vraiment plus joli comme nom, n’est-ce pas?*
The blossom later in the season but what is so wonderful, is seeing is blooming late summer beginning of autumn and even in mid November, she has seen the same sunflowers on her walk to work, stand strong and proud growing from the concrete just off rue St-Denis in Montreal.
September blossoms
hope of eternal colours
the first snowfall
The Great Spirit works in mysterious ways, like when I felt a homeless person at the Métro Laurier made me think…maybe, just maybe it was Amma checking to see if I would be more giving. I hightailed back inside the station to give money to that man.
Years ago when I had just moved to a city far from my hometown, I had just left my daughter at the bus terminal and was walking down Yonge Street which is a bit like Ste-Catherine in Montreal. I already missed my family and walking down the street I had not realised that tears were running down my cheeks. A homeless man standing at his “station for the night” in front of a retired theatre shouted out to me, “Hey, Lady, smile, nothing can be that bad.” I turned around and saw this toothless man, smiling and waved acknowledgement to that kind man. That man who had so little, was encouraging ME.
Tonight I heard about a young boy who passed way beyond his years.A volunteer counsellor accompanied him onto his journey…towards the light. I wonder if the Great Spirit planned this journey at a time the full moon shone on his path. An angel was born, I thought to myself. So many stars are not seen by the naked eye and yet I knew…
Thankfully, the Great Spirit places angels on this earth for a reason, those two homeless men and the volunteer counsellor.
angelic and pure life goes on look! a mourning star
angelic and pure
innocence
heaven’s open arms
life goes on
in another world
afterlife
look, a mourning star
please don’t cry
pain-free at last
As an extra to NaPoWriMo 2016, I noticed on Facebook, it is Haiku Day on the 17th day of April in this National Poetry Month.
Here is my Troibun …
Spring is definitely here! It was the warmest it has been since last September at 20 C!! Walking in that glowing sun even as late as 1:30, my heart felt so light! Watching people out and about, some even wearing sandals and sleeveless dresses, you could not help but catch the fever of spring.
N is for night crawlers that come to life after a warm summer rain. There is nothing more sensual and soothing than rain showers at night. Raindrops fall like ivory keys creating bittersweet melodies.
After sowing the seeds for her vegetables, she plants marigolds around her garden. The flowers outline the entire garden like frame embellishes artist’s canvas. The scent wards off unwelcome guests.
warm tawny colours a floral insignia “insects keep out!”
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
