farmers’ helper (troiku)

Image may contain: night, sky, cloud and outdoor — ©Clr’17 Harvest Moon Oct 5/17

midnight stroll
under the glowing presence
harvest moon

midnight stroll
never feeling alone
man on the moon

under the glowing presence
behind floating clouds
playing peekaboo

harvest moon
lighting the path on cornfields
farmers’ helper

©Tournesol’17/10/07

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/10/carpe-diem-1266-koharu-indian-summer.html

scent of autumn (troibun)

Autumn entails hard work for those who own homes especially with gardens. It is a time where leftover vegetables and dead leaves blend with garden soil…getting the land ready for a long slumber under snow covered grounds. Grownups are busy with garden tools and raking leaves in tall mounds.

midday break
resting on a nest of leaves
scent of autumn

midday break
crunch of Mackintosh
by the maple tree

resting on a nest of leaves
grandson helps her up
failing knees accept

scent of autumn
marigolds slip in
summer’s remains

©Tournesol’17/10/07

Written for http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/10/carpe-diem-1265-perfume.html

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