under the Buck Moon (haibun)

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

daily moments September 27 2017 autumn melodies (haiku)

Image may contain: tree, plant, sky, outdoor and nature — ©Clr`17 2017/09/27

mid-day melody
shrill of the cicadas
new autumn song

©Tournesol ‘17/09/27

hidden dreams (Haiga-Troiku) daily moments Feb 12

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.

Tournesol dans un Jardin

Daily moments February 12 2017

(Troiku)

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

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a looney or a tooney (troibun)

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