© Debbie HallBy: Debbie Hall
buttercup opens
awakening butterflies
morning caress
morning caress
blossom’s sweet nectar
butterfly’s treat
© Tournesol ’15
Category: Haiku
dandy pickings (haiku)
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they’re back!!
yellow splattered meadows
dandelions
replay game
do you like butter?
under your chin
wildflowers
little tyke’s free pickings
for mother
© Tournesol ’15
way of the scent (Troiku)
(Troiku)
Up the mountain
bread crumbs on the trail
white blossoms
up the mountain
soft petals brush my cheek
tickling
bread crumbs on the trail
old crow robs me blind
lost my way
white blossoms
fragrance lingers
leads the way
© Tournesol ’15
spring’s notice (tan renga)
from a treetop
emptiness dropped down
in a cicada shell (Basho)
interrupted grief
life still goes on
cicada
turns a new leaf
fresh shrills
nature moves forward
abandons yesterday
© Tournesol ’15
Learning to Swim
Rest-stop (haibun)
She loved her road trips and spinning those wheels, playing her music and singing aloud with an open window. Truck stops were spread out in timely fashions almost as if fast food industries knew when you had to eat but more likely to gas up and pee.
Her fuel gauge told her she should stop soon; she sees a rest-stop with picnic tables surrounded by pine trees. The place is deserted and she sighs with relief.
highway rest-stop
scented pine and Camembert
make-believe terrace
© Tournesol ’15
hidden colony (haiku)
The girls were at the family cottage up North for the summer and the local girls met up with them to go on a picnic. With packed lunches in their backpacks, off they went towards the creek, skipping stones to the other side. This led them to a darker, damp terrain leading into the woods. Sounds of various birds and crickets were heard over the rushing water of the creek
The youngest, chubby girl started whining she was scared. One of the locals mocked her, “Ooooo, stranger danger!! Are you afraid of the boogie man?”. She squealed and said she’d rather wait by the water and they took off into the woods. Minutes felt like hours to chubby, so she started skipping rocks by the creek until she slipped on one looking strangely different. She took a stick to poke the odd looking shape…
Moss covered stone
sleeps lazily by the creek
army of ants
army of ants
secured by rock-hard shield
camouflaged with moss
© Tournesol`’15
Morning Glory (haiku)
Photo credits: Totoiriyaasagao Hiroshige at Wikipedia Commons
Morning glories
dawn unfolds such beauty
the old nun prays
the old nun prays
loving memories soothe
dusk awaits
© Tournesol ’15
priest and morning glory
how many times reincarnated
under pine tree law
© Basho
in deep silence
under the cherry tree
a young priest
© Chèvrefeuille
filled with grace (haibun)
Late in the night, after her shift she walked through the bush, her shortcut to the Métro. As she stepped onto the deserted street she could not help but notice a huge light beam down at her. She looked up and saw it smile at her. She stood moments in awe, enthralled by the magnificence of its beauty. Surely this was a sign…a blessing for her week.
Showered with grace
moonbeams ignite lone path
echoes a mantra
© Tournesol ’15
Believe in you (haiku)
“The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.” ― Albert Einstein.
Fear not dear one
you know no limits
the world awaits
discover
learn, flower like a lotus
risk loving
world`s here for you
help to mend your broken heart
cheer you to go on
no boundaries
no limits that will bar you
believe in you
your potentiials
your power to rise
undying love
love amply
you will be loved
passionately
follow your heart
not the crowd who’s stuck
march further
seek curiously
live life like no tomorrows
believe in you.
© Tournesol`15
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