Poetry ~ Waka
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(c) Tournesol ’14
November is often a dark morbid month for me. I find I have to get accustomed to the lack of warmth as well as the loss of colours, bare trees and shorter days announce more darkness. All seem so desolate and depressing. But then winds pick up, cool the air so much, clouds once heavy with rain turn into lovely snowflakes.
Soon the earth will be covered in carpets of white; I don`t feel the sunset at four so discouraging now for the snow gives light. It is pleasant walking on the snow covered ground, hearing the crunch of my boots on the spongy snow. We are less than one month before Christmas and now, finally, I am getting into the spirit of the holidays…Christmas meaning so much more than gifts and decorations but the spirit of a rebirth and giving; the sharing of love and warmth among friends and family.
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Heeding Haiku with HA at MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie
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Carpe Diem – Timeglass – Rainbow
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(American Sentence)
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light of setting star
brush strokes blend
on blue canvas
passionate artist
showers radiance
on blue canvas
artist cleans his brush
sky blends into twilight
lovers’ in the night
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Ten days passed since I had been to work, and since I had marched on that footpath…my shortcut to work. Today I walked through the bush on this cold sunny day, slipping on the icy patches mourning the dormant shrubs…all I could see now, were patches of brown leaves and branches hugging the snow surface. I did not take a photo of this new image. No, looking around at the huge change, I needed to mourn the life trampled on by heavy wet snow. Tomorrow will be another day…then, and only then, perhaps shall I photograph this newly treacherous footpath.
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