
brief peak at winter
bitter cold blows across the field
awe of the mountains
(c) Tournesol’16
Daily Moments Feb. 13/16
Poetry ~ Waka

brief peak at winter
bitter cold blows across the field
awe of the mountains
(c) Tournesol’16
Daily Moments Feb. 13/16
This flash fiction was prompted by The Carrot Flash Fiction Challenge this week and we were to write about wild open spaces with a bonus if you could add something cute and furry.
The Witching Hour (Flash Fiction 99 words – no more, no less)
It was approaching the witching hour that most parents dread.
“MOMMY! Oli buggin me !” her toddler whined.
Oli snickered, proud he succeeded to put a dent in the mommy-daughter coziness since he arrived from JK.
It was only four-fifteen. She couldn’t take the squeals and whining. She called her next-door neighbour, “Janet, I think I just might lose it.”
Janet let out her warm loving chuckle, “Send them over here and the girls will keep them busy.”
Biking towards the open fields, with each breath, she allowed her frustrations of the day to scatter over the wild daisies. (99 words)
Walking in the soft snow last night, I was reminded of our long winter walks at night, chatting about life and family. We would walk for hours.
Janet was a dear friend who kept me sane when my children were pre-schoolers. She taught me to relax, stop trying to have the perfectly clean and tidy house and just enjoy the children. I am forever grateful to her and her family.
This flash fiction inspired these haiku:
mother nature
wild and wondrous
takes me in
takes me in
warm and loving heart
a true friend
© Tournesol `16/02/12
Daily Moments – thinking of Janet Feb 12/16

After a week of spring thaw, winter resumes its course. Walking on the soft powdery snow, she shuffles slowly using its step as a human broom…swish, swish. The soft powder lifts lightly above her leather boots like a shower of white sparkling dust. Dust with spots of diamonds glistening in the soft light of the street lamps.
unusual thaws
ice weighs on spindly limbs
snap
©Tournesol’16/02/10 Daily Moments

Sitting
waiting
contemplating
sitting
alone on a park bench
for time to change
waiting
in sweet sorrow,
time is so slow
contemplating
life’s pure joy
moving too fast
© Tournesol ’16/02/09
daily moments – Feb 9 2016
Bitter cold greets her as steps out to catch her bus. Branches lay on the lawn that had snapped off the tree by the patio. It was as if Mother Nature was no longer weeping but in a state of rage.
biting wind
swirls into a raised fist
grieves in fury
© Tournesol ’16/2/8
Daily Moments – Feb 8 2016

heavenly arms
embracing their new angel
welcome home
© Tournesol ’16/02/07
Daily Moments Feb 7 2016

Elle savait que sa mère, Colombe, qui aimait tous les enfants de tous âges, accueillera ce nouvel ange. Cela la consolait sachant que peut-être qu’elle sera là parmi sa famille qui ont déjà traversés au delà…
délaçant ses ailles
accueillant ce nouvel ange
cette colombe
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She knew her mother, Colombe, who loved children of all ages would be one of many to welcome this new angel. It comforted her knowing that perhaps, she really was there among his family who have already crossed over…
unlacing her wings
welcoming this new angel
this white dove
© Tournesol’16/02/06
Daily Moments Feb 6/16 – Une Colombe
clouds veil in reverence
sun peaks now and then
a family mourns
© Tournesol ’16-02/02/05
Daily Moments Feb 5/16

running – yet,
gulls mock knowingly
missed the bus
© Tournesol ’16/02/04
Daily Moments – Feb 4, 2016

Lazy afternoon
ground is thawing way too soon
tree slumbers like me
© Tournesol ’16/02/03