garbage day
four season’s buffet
city rats’ treats
©Tournesol’16/01/14
Poetry ~ Waka
garbage day
four season’s buffet
city rats’ treats
©Tournesol’16/01/14

dragons prowl
shadows in the night
snow puffs soothe
dragons prowl
always one snowflake behind
can’t catch me

shadows in the night
tall and short circling me
my companion

snow puffs soothe
shimmering softly
winter’s gems
© Tournesol’16
Walking across the mall’s parking lot she looked up at the glorious blue sky. The sun was hiding behind a tiny grey cloud, probably snow in that one. And then she saw a huge grey mass. It was where the snowploughs push the snow. In the past ten days, the lovely air we breathe in this city added its global charm.

sun plays peak- a- boo
grey puffs drifting
frowning at our air
unforgiving images
masking the universe
Viewing her photos the dreary mountain disgusts her. The wonderful thing about art and photography is that one can alter eyesores to more delightful landscapes.
brush dipped in pale hues
shading hills innocent and pure
O winters of yore!

– or –
pleasing to the eyes
softening harsh realities
soothing to the soul
© Tournesol ’16/01/12

golden glow
melting ice crystals
hope for spring
© Tournesol ’16/01/12

Mid-winter romance
scent of a rose
my sweet Valentine
© Tournesol’16/01/11

It felt like spring last night with the plus 6 Celsius and rain. The wind reminded her of March winds pushing even her tall frame on the dark, shiny streets walking home.
This morning was a surprise, no more grey skies but azure blue with splashes of white here and there. The winds blowing in the distance looks like the tree across the street was waving at her, probably warning her of the 20 degree drop in temperature.
first light of day
white frost seizes
shivering limbs
© Tournesol’16/01/11
Daily Moments

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”

(Hokku)
at the seashore
wind of summer through my hair
the shortest night
© Chèvrefeuille
whistling love’s refrain
lovers by the sea
barefoot interlude
under strawberry moon
wanting lips
rhythm of rolling waves
lovers’ serenade
promising
undying love
whispered all night long
gulls rudely interrupt
mock untried liaisons
eyes look down,
tender – your lips
upon blushed cheeks
(Ageku)
moonbeams on golden locks
shine midsummer’s dream
© Tournesol ’16/01/09
Her mother was due but in spring and yet, here she was feeling her child pushing and shoving, making her way to thy kingdom come…Arriving at her mother’s home, a midwife by chance, she settled in the family bed letting nature take its course…un enfant d’amour.
a birth in haste
tumbling in the family berth
their winter rose
© Tournesol’16/01/08