Poetry ~ Waka
shiny streets
wet from rain in midwinter
real slick
city streets at night
shiny from rain
palls real solitude
chasing snow parks
refusing to believe
winter rain is real
church steps oblige
safe shelter for homeless man
staging real life
© Tournesol’16/01/09
Daily Moments Jan 9 2016 – Haiku Horizons “Real”
snow brushed trees
silent winter street fair
frost tipped pines
© Tournesol’16/01/09
Daily Moments
Once winter’s solstice has passed, life seems more promising. In spite of the short days, dark mornings and early dusk, we know that each day there will be a slight change…baby steps but still, It is encouraging. This morning, she notices dawn was five minutes earlier than a few days ago. Sunset is fifteen minutes earlier than Christmas day. Each extra moment of daylight counts as one looks forward to spring.
despite sub-zeros
luminosity hastens
dawn stirs hope
© Tournesol ’16/01/08
Daily Moments
Does greed alone rule the world? Must one make money on the sufferings of others? This is not a statement about being politically correct…no indeed! It is a cry of frustration and disappointment that, yet again, the greedy vulturesw takes over common sense, compassion and savoir vivre.
shame on you
worst kind of selfish vultures
make a fast buck
no concern for those hurting
seeking only their own gain
© Tournesol ‘16/01/07
Read more: StigmaHurtsEveryone and here CBC News
She sits draped in fleece admiring a nature’s morning splendour. The eye could capture only hundreds of shades and nuances…a human lens shooting in slow motion. She smiles with pride. One must witness the slightest changes to appreciate the glory of it all; she felt lured, this frigid morning, by an omnipresence. In reverent silence, she recites her mantra before this sacred panorama.
O mystical one
rise above the horizon
shine on me
© Tournesol’16/01/06
Daily Moments
Watching the sun rise at 7:30 she notices a seamless grey surround the sun. She sighs at this beauty despite the grey backdrop only accentuates the splendour of that golden sphere. After settling at her desk with a fresh cup of java, she notices the heavy grey is lifting and white patches of curvy billows and large splashes of blue appear in the sky. She marvels as the The artist paints a series of images on heavenly canvas.
morning glory
transformations of beauty
I bow my head
© Tournesol’16/01/05
The cold air awakened her. It was minus 22C and she just could not seem to warm her room this morning. She shuffled to the living room in her fleece robe de chamre. The sun rising slowly, catches her attention.
(troiku)
dawn of day
winter sky
seems less cold
dawn of day
ball of fire
slow rise
winter sky
melts with burning glow
that golden star
seems less cold
sky’s ablaze
warming hearts
© Tournesol ’16/01/04
January 4th/16 Daily Moments and CDHK Shoukan (less cold)
Consistency breeds comfort. It feels familiar when repeated at the same time over and over, like a mother’s lullaby soothing her baby. After the first snowstorm of the season, nature seems to produce a steady snowfall every other day…sometimes a heavy flurry that often tapers to a slow constant flutter.
She hears a humming in the middle of the night a drone that calms her back to sleep. Bu,t this morning she awakens just before sunrise and watches the snow fall gently. It’s a light snow at first …just enough to veil the outlines of the droning machinery outside her window.
She looks at the trees, fitted with sweaters of pure white and the cedars hide bashfully under stoles of pure fresh powder.
It’s Sunday morning and the sun is rising somewhere in the east far above snow clouds. The sky is a pearly grey, not threatening in the least but rather like a dome hovering over her home. It feels like a shower of white poppies…nature suggesting Sabbath’s day of rest.
She hears another snowplough clearing a shopping centre’s lot across the street; those eager patrons will be checking the last day of Boxing Day week hoping to find another deal, the right size, and right colour… the real deal! If not, they’ll just sit in the mall with a Laura Secord ice cream cone and watch the tired faces of adults being pulled by their offspring s chanting, “Just one more, just one more!” Comfortable armchairs are strategically placed in the centre hallway of the mall where tired fathers and husbands wait patiently and people watch.
A smug smile forms on her lips as she relishes the warmth and calm of her home, not inclined in the least to go out unless she needs something. She sighs, relieved at the thought of not having to brush half a foot of snow off the hood of a car and scrape the windows of melted snow turned to ice and sits back relishing the sound of her furry friend purr.
arresting snow – falls,
manmade humming stills,
settles on a branch
© Tournesol ’16/01/03
Daily Moments of January 3, 2016
first light
golden glow awakens
birth of a day
first light
morning feed starts the day,
newborn cries
golden glow awakens
icicles spark wanting hearts
hope’s desires
birth of a day
filled with promise
new beginnings
© Tournesol ’16/01/02
Daily Moments
au fond,
dans le gousset de mon cœur
tu es toujours là
in the depth,
in the pocket of my heart
you are always there
(c) Tournesol’16
Daily Moments Jan 1, 2016
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
