autumn walk (haiga)

more autumn leaves

late afternoon walk
cascade of autumn colours
way to end my day

© Tournesol ’15

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille and MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – autumn colours

halo glow

© Clr’15/09/28 Supermoon

light of the full moon
shines through colored leaves
at last … autumn
© Chèvrefeuille

halo reflecting earth
young loves swoon in heaven’s glow

even robins sing
through the window
the old man snores

teens walk home hand in hand
muffling innocent giggles

© Tournesol ’15

© Clr '15
© Clr ’15

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

rayonnant d’amour/beaming with love (tanka)

roar of the midway—
the toddler’s balloon
rises in moonlight
© Michael Dylan Welch

une femme hurle
nuit blanche douloureuse –
cris de joie
maman rayonne d’amour
le nourrisson gazouille

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woman wails
thru a painful sleepless night
cries of joy
mother beams with love
newborn gurgles

© Tournesol’15

CDHK-Special Michael Dylan

Nouvel an – Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – octobre 2015 (haibun)

© Clr '15
© Clr ’15

Carpe Diem is more than just  a website or a daily writing prompt…it is a way of life with a mentor who patiently guides us with many  seasoned members who also generously share their gift.   I can feel the family connection and encouragement among members.   I learned so much from these  experienced siblings.

But this past year,  has been a place that lifted me when I felt down, allowed me to write through my grief when my mom passed and enabled me to find my voice and my place. Happy New Year, Chèvrefeuille  and Haijins!

un nouvel an
semant nos graines d’inspirations
une récolte familiale

a new year
  sowing seeds of inspiration
a family harvest

© Tournesol ‘15

CDHK New Year

Here is a Thank you I wrote last week. Merci Chèvrefeuille

 My thanks to our mentor, Chèvrefeuille, who shares his passion and thoughtfully teaches us more than words, daily.

haiku lover
shares his passion, teaching
patiently
one moment comes to life
seventeen syllables

© Tournesol’15

Between now and then (haibun)

© Clr'15
© Clr’15

She walks home late at night, limping slightly.  The cold and dampness getting to her joints and that bad knee again comes back to life with a vengeance.   The days seem longer now; a week feels like a month. This must be the time she needs to reassess…

between now and then

wrestling with letting go

and living

© Tournesol ’15

Haiku Horizons “Between”

winter calls me (jisei – troiku – tanka)

© Clr'15
© Clr’15

(troiku)

trace of autumn
butterfly and bumble bee
lingering

trace of autumn
blossoms resisting
summer’s end

butterfly and bumble bee
hold a secret
the other side

lingering
season closing in
shorter days

soft breeze whistles
golden rays warm my face
life remembered

so much love
mother fed me every day
abundance overflowed
left me plenty
to feed an army

on this muddy path
I walk alone
winter calls me

© Tournesol ’15

Written for  Dversepoets – Jisei – Death Poem

The river trail (troiku – haiga)

next bike path autumn

Troiku

along the river
autumn colours adorn
riverside path

along the river
water turning bluish grey
frigid ripples

autumn colours adorn
public parks and highways
nature’s last show

riverside path
bike trail runs along the keys
season’s last ride

© Tournesol ’15

bike path

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille and MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

through the window (haiga)

window supermoon

through the window
gazing at the super moon
between rumpled sheets

© Tournesol ’15

Haiku Horizons “between”

garished dressings (haibun)

© Clr'
© Clr’15

Gazing at the blood moon turning red during the lunar eclipse, she was mesmerized to see how the sun reflected the colours of our earth, such a rich red-brown beauty in the sky.

trees in garished robes
hues of reds fall silently –
moon holds centre stage

© Tournesol ’15

Wings of love (Troiku)

The challenge here is to write a troiku using a haiku, Chèvrefeuille has chosen for us written by Basho.

butterflies and birds
restlessly they rise up
a cloud of flowers

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

butterflies and birds
wrestle cozy idleness – or,
nature’s bounty

restlessly they rise up
unfurled wings rousing wafts,
filled with grace

a cloud of flowers
beckon to be suckled
swell of sweet nectar

© Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu – Troiku