Poetry ~ Waka
temperatures plummet
cool breeze whistles
bonne nuit
temperatures plummet
even the cicadas
nature sleeps
cool breeze whistles
softly
twilight serenade
bonne nuit
catching up
stories of the night
~~~
heatwave lifts
embracing
silence in the home
roar of monsters sleep
until summer
©Tournesol’17/09/28
Daily moments – September 28 2017 silence of the fans
Driving to their summer cottage in July along that long twisting road filled vacationers with such excitement and promise. A year older since last summer, the girls and boys have blossomed, each with varied agenda…some fulfilling romantic dreams, others realizing hormonal packed fantasies…
winding road
summer’s burgeoning fruits
ripen in time
plucked under a full moon
succulent sighs trickle
their last kiss lingers
haunting the winding road home
September adieus
©Tournesol’17/09/28
Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s prompt “winding road’.
Inspired by Kim’s haiku:
magic woolen yarn
leading us back to winter
the winding road home
©Kim M. Russell’17
mid-day melody
shrill of the cicadas
new autumn song
©Tournesol ‘17/09/27
It’s hard to believe on Sept 27/17 the forecast today is 31C and this image is the forecast in about three months down the road that can go down to -30C…Guess I won’t complain of the heat today.
Daily moments February 12 2017
(C) Clr’17
Hope mixed with despair
from my bedroom window
dreams beneath the snow
hope mixed with despair
buried under heavy layers
winter laughs at me
from my bedroom window
lull of rumbling snow ploughs
drifting off to sleep
dreams beneath the snow
fleeting thoughts of blossoms
tulips pierce the snow
(C)Tournesol’17/02/12
They passed by him one by one. The sun had just risen and many people shuffled South coming back from their night shift; they seemed to notice him and some would stop by and say hi, or offer him something; others were in their own world walking zombie like; they couldn’t wait to hit the pillow.
And then there was another crowd walking the other direction, very quickly going to their day job. Most of them did not notice him and some even smirked at him as if he were a nuisance.
After the weekend, the morning crowd was not always accommodating.
by the Métro door
sips the last of his coffee
folks rush by
by the Métro door
holds out his Tim Horton cup
longing heavy coins
sips the last of his coffee
the nurse in purple, brings him
every Monday
folks rush by
every hundredth person drops
a big fat toonie
©Tournesol’17/09/27
Written for Haiku Horizons: Coin
sinking deeper
well of uncertainty
darkness cradles me
sinking deeper
gravity takes control
mocking me
well of uncertainty
taunting me with promise
empty like the well
darkness cradles me
acquiescent and submissive
I sleep
I sleep
fingers pointing
a mother’s look
mocking and contriving
faces in my dreams
cringing with self-doubt
know not what to do
praying to wake up
shrill of morning calling
finally in the greyness
dependable
is my darkness
holding me together
©Tournesol’17/09/26
high school reunion
footloose on the dance floor
cowboy split his pants
©Tournesol’17/09/25
thunderstorm
breeds a welcome stillness
after power fails
reading by candlelight
sipping tepid tea
©Tournesol’17/09/25
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html
in an old wing-chair
shadows dancing on the page
candles flicker
in an old wing-chair
sounds of firecrackers
thunderbolts
shadows dancing on my page
lost in time
ancient love story
candles flicker
after the storm – silence,
the old hound farts
©Tournesol’17/09/25
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html
lightning in the sky
warnings
wrapped in darkness
lightning in the sky
like the first of July
nature’s fireworks
warnings
thunderstorm
lights out
wrapped in darkness
candles shedding light
I turn a page
©Tournesol’17/09/25
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
