Poetry ~ Waka
This time of year she looks forward for her walk home late at night. The moon gets bigger nearing midnight, shining on her path she walks slowly not feeling really alone.
her lone walk,
autumn moon hovers
midnight companion
© Tournesol ’15
Haiga 022 – doh
losing sight
they all race to the finish,
pinnacle of life
©Tournesol’15
022-30doh-2015 Thirty Days of September Haiga~ Day 22: cars – Rick Daddario
waits patiently
at one with the river
tranquility
© Tournesol ’15
021 doh – September 30 days of Haiga – Rich Daddario-peacefulness
*My son took my grandson fishing for the first time last weekend and took this photo with his first catch of the day…no! in his life!! (smiles)
autumn sky
rush of tints, blush –
infuse me
autumn sky
vibrant, so blue
shy of clouds
rush of tints, blush –
ambers and hennas
evocative
infuse me
my last reward – before,
stillness takes over
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autumn sky
rush of tints, blush –
infuse me
autumn sky
vibrant, so blue
shy of clouds
rush of tints, blush –
ambers and hennas
evocative
infuse me
my last reward – before,
stillness takes over
© Tournesol’15
(haiku)
looks in the mirror
puffy eyes and mouth,
after the storm
after the storm
a thousand “I’m sorry’s”
sounds of white noise
(troiku)
in the looking glass
shades of black and blue
after the storm
in the looking glass
stranger stares back
void of life
shades of black and blue
dreams of rainbow colours
pretends life is fine
after the storm
a hundred and one promises
until the next
© Tournesol’15
wind blown seeds
in a haphazard way
reaped a miracle
most gardens thrive,
through laboured hours and love,
sunflower necks stretch
most of city life
immune from noxious air
September blossoms boast
© Tournesol ’15
As a child she used to climb the maple tree at her Grandmaman’s and take the maple seeds and see them float in the air like a helicopter. But sometimes she would just lie on her back on the grass by the river, looking up and pretend they were miniature bananas!
river breeze
bananas sway gently
takes me far away
© Tournesol ’15
chaque coup de pinceau
à travers la glace , forge
Sa signature
© Tournesol ’15
through the looking glass-
each brush stroke bares,
His signature
© Tournesol ’15
020 – 30 doh – 30 days of September 20th, with Rick Daddario -“painting”
lazy ripples
nature’s quell in reverence
wings of a swan
graceful ceremony
devotees bow
(c) Tournesol’15
Time seems to pass so quickly and yet each “firsts” paralyze her. She got through Christmas, New Years, Easter, her birthday made it six months already. After Thanksgiving, the first snow can come anytime…It was late falling last year. On that day there was barely snow on the ground. The river was not even frozen. She wondered what it would be like this year…
that first snow
falling on sacred ground
hides her name
(c) Tournesol ’15
Carpe Diem Special Autumn, First Snow
Tournesol dans un Jardin 