Snowstorms (troiku)

After snowstorms
brisk walks on fresh fallen snow
Renewed peace

After snowstorms
rumbling
Of snow ploughs

Brisk walks on fresh fallen snow
Fluffy and white
Like icing sugar

Renewed peace
Lying on their backs
Making snow angels

(c)Tournesol’17-12-27

Haiku Horizons

man in red (Troiku)

man dressed in red
pleading with his bell
fish bowl by his side

man dressed in red
arms filled with parcels
people passing by

pleading with his bell
shouting “’tis the season”
empty bellies wait

fish bowl by his side
prays for silent gifts
not the clink of coins

©Tournesol’17/12/10

Haiku Horizons “Silence”

Wintertime (Fibonacci – Naani – Troiku)

( Fibonacci )
white
snow
brightens
our winters
despite shorter days
enjoying snow melt on my tongue
as I stare agape at the snow clouds in the sky

life
is
so brief
transcending
and temporary
like a snowflake melts on my cheek
and vapours on morning seas vanish effortlessly

( naani )

snow on my balcony
I rest in the warmth of my abode
wishing I were a child again, rolling in the snow
making snow angels as I stare up in the heavens

(troiku)

snow falls
brightening death
of winter

snowfalls
dressing trees
with white angels

brightening death
adorning mother’s place
snow covered tombstone

of winter
slumber takes over
melancholy hearts

©Tournesol’17/12/10

Daily Moments December 10 2017 – Wintertime

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/12/carpe-diem-weekend-meditation-10-fibo.html

parting notes (a cherita)

(a cherita)

a time to live, a time to love

she lived with an open heart
compassion her middle name

turned the heads of many men
touched the hearts of all ages
then parted to eternal bliss

shrill of the cicadas

drawing one’s attention
piercing and disturbing

transforms to a lullaby
one of nature’s wonders
a call from the other side

©Tournesol’ 17/12/01

June 22, 1926 – December 2, 2014

Written for Tale Weaver 148 – Dust – at MindloveMiserysMenagerie

zoo (a cherita ) Daily Post November 30 2017

no more elevator music on your shopping sprees

spitting Christmas carols like popcorn
lyrics barely touch the souls

push, shove, grabbing the best deal
toddlers missed their mid-day nap
wailing in this zoo

©Tournesol ’17/11/30

Daily Post: Zoo November 30/17

butterfly blue (haibun) Weekly Writing Prompt #117

The spring after her mother’s death, a butterfly would greet her daily on her way to work. Walking through the bushes behind the building, she would stop to admire the wild daisies and there on a blossom sat a blue butterfly. She knew it had to be her mother hanging around just a while longer. The thicket served as a rent-free haven. The Landlord upstairs understands how difficult it can be for those left behind. There is no right or wrong way to mourn…just takes time.

grief
surviving a great loss
her mother
wings of a butterfly
kissed her cheek

©Tournesol ‘17/11/30

Written for Weekly Writing Prompt #117 at SecretKeeper
Prompts: Wing wrong rent serve great

In memory of my hero, June 22, 1926 – December 2, 2014