Winter’s litter
washed away
yesterday’s rain
yesterday’s rain
softens grounds for planting
tomorrow’s harvest
(c) Tournesol ‘18/05/20
Daily reflections. May 20/18
Poetry ~ Waka
Winter’s litter
washed away
yesterday’s rain
yesterday’s rain
softens grounds for planting
tomorrow’s harvest
(c) Tournesol ‘18/05/20
Daily reflections. May 20/18

tender silkiness
sipping golden sun
petals open arms
fragile and soft
look of tenderness and calm
despite silent gales
sipping golden sun
budding trees and plants
nature’s splendour
petals open arms
chanting prayers of thanks
florets bow
©Tournesol’18/05/18
Daily Moments in spring

hobbling home
stars lost in clouds
still – lilacs greet me
hobbling home
thumbing pensively
my mala beads
stars lost in clouds
darkness fills the air
spilling weariness
still – lilacs greet me
scents that send me faraway
in my childhood
© Tournesol ‘18/05/17

A troiku is a new haiku form created by Chevrefeuille at CarpDiemHaikuKai
it’s midnight and still not home
early rise at seven in the morning but well worth the effort
starting a new chapter in our work history
Communication is key
open to hear each other, essential
there is no “I” in team
(c) Cheryl-Lynn ‘18/05/17

Tiny blossoms dancing in the wind
Scents of lilacs
springtime by the river
Childhood memories
Swaddle me
GrandMaman’s embrace
Golden rays
Midday sunshine
Set in magenta
(C) Tournesol ‘18-05-14
Daily moments no man’s land A cherita and a Senryu
Time and time again soreness sharpens
Once in a while it reaches a peak
Explosion of tears her only recourse
She sits, listening to her body screaming
Confused and lost not knowing where to look
Which joint cries louder?
Still in the night
assaulting her sleep
dissonance of pain
© Tournesol 🌻 ‘18/05/12
Northern winds roar
Failing to postpone
Springtime
Northern winds roar
cool the night
so I can sleep
failing to postpone
spring fever
love is in the air
springtime
golden star beams with pride
blushing petals sway
© Tournesol ‘18/05/11
Daily moments May 11/18

Every year it is the same feeling. Some years that mood may last longer or shorter but still it presents itself the same way. It started as a child and grew more intense and “real” when she was a young adult. Something about springtime reminds her of a saying she told a bunch of girlfriends from the CLSC in Richelieu at la cabane à sucre in Saint Grégroire, “Ah le temps est trop beau pour retourner au travail cette après-midi. Il me semble que j’aurais le gout de partir dans le bois avec le mari d’un autre.” And they laughed at the silliness and giddy with spring fever. At 30 something they felt like teenagers again.
And today as she smells the warm spring air and the rich scents of the earth, even in her sixties, she still feels a flutter in her chest.
Spring moves in
rousing dormant desires
naughty but nice
not akin
to le mois de Marie
©Tournesol`18/05/03

Written for Haiku Horizons and the prompt is “move”
Photo credits Google Image
Translation:
Cabane à sucre: Sugaring off Cabin
“Ah le temps est trop beau pour retourner au travail cette après-midi. Il me semble que j’aurais le gout de partir dans le bois avec le mari d’un autre.”Ah, the day is too beautiful to return to work this afternoon. I get the feeling I might want to take off in the woods with a married man.
le mois de Marie – month of Mary which is the month of May some Catholics still go to church every day to recite the rosary together.
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