Poetry ~ Waka
Chèvrefeuille writes two beautiful haiku inspired by dew frost .
early morning walk
through the park that looks so fragile –
sunrise and dew frost
cobweb sparkles
prince winter has made his round
through the city-park
© Chèvrefeuille
Here is my inspiration on dew frost
rosée lumineuse
dentelle à l’aube, papillonne
soupçon de l’hiver
glistening dewdrops
quivering web of dawn
hint of winter
© Tournesol ‘15
Finally, she can breathe with the temperatures lowered but not plummeted to shock the body. Walking to work she looks at the fallen leaves forming a lovely carpet and up at the changing colours ever so slowly resisting the transition this year for some reason. Ah, yes, due the unusual warmth, nature is quite confused. Again she approaches her concrete garden that seems to blossom only in the fall. Perhaps it is a gift from the gods hiding underneath sowing the seeds all through summer.
trees shed leaves
yielding to season’s slumber
wildflowers resist
© Tournesol’15
waiting
window gazing she knows
I’m here for the night
waiting
sleeps in her five beds
knowing I`ll come home
window gazing she knows
twenty-four buses pass
then I waltz in
I’m here for the night
never a doubt that I am
her night companion
©Tournesol’15
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
Tournesol dans un Jardin 