budding heart,
kissed by a butterfly
then I woke up
silken strokes from reveries
momentary bliss
© Tournesol ’15
butterfly kiss (tanka)
Category: Waka
running free (haiga)
country visit
fields of daisies, running free
children giggle
© Tournesol ’15
vacation back home (tanka)
smiles brightly,
full moon marks her vacation
returning home
time to get pampered
enjoy mother’s tourtière
© Tournesol ’15
forever fragrance (haiga)
wrapped in her shawl
closing my eyes I shudder
scent of Shalimar
© Tournesol ’15
Borrowing sleep (tan renga challenge)
borrowing sleep
from the scarecrow’s sleeves
midnight frost (Basho)
old man feeds the potbelly stove
sun slowly breaking darkness
© Tournesol ’15
Our host completes Basho’s haiku here:
borrowing sleep
from the scarecrow’s sleeves
midnight frost (Basho)
the abandoned little girl
left alone without grief (Chèvrefeuille)
lounging (haiku)
Wonder (haiku)
Sparrows gather
beneath the elm, morning chant
cat sits in wait
~
whistling wind
grassland due south
scarecrow lost his hat
~
crystal gems
wintry garnished scenery
I slipped and fell
© Tournesol ’15
Hazy moon (haiga)
Lazy moon
following smoky clouds,
playing peekaboo
© Tournesol ’15
Falling from the sky (haibun)
In August during the hot air balloon festival in a neighbouring town, I would love watching dozens of balloons in the sky at dawn and just before sunset. I saw fewer in the morning but so many late afternoons. Behind our house was a vast field and it is said when the hot air balloon lands on the property, the owner of the balloon offers a bottle of Champaign to the owner. Unfortunately our backyard was not the vast and the balloons always landed outside the property line…darn!
pre-dusk skies
balloons landing in meadows
distract tomcat
mice escape their hunter
farmer Joe toasts with champagne.
© Tournesol ’15
wandering at twilight (Troiku)
Wandering alone
dark quagmires freeze
lost in time
wandering alone
deep in thought
I get lost
~
dark quagmires freeze
scattered trees look like ghosts
with skinny arms
~
lost in time
bumped into ghosts of bygone
tears freeze on my cheek
© Tournesol ’15
