from the paulownia
without a breath of wind–
falling leaves
© Nozawa Boncho
storing innocent love affairs
summer’s furtive rendezvous
©Tournesol’17/05/06
Poetry ~ Waka
from the paulownia
without a breath of wind–
falling leaves
© Nozawa Boncho
storing innocent love affairs
summer’s furtive rendezvous
©Tournesol’17/05/06

Aw, finally spring is really here! She loves May for many reasons…budding blossoms giving hope, lilac trees burgeon and tulips reaching to the sky in so many brilliant colours. She remembers as a young child in primary school, the month of May meant she was allowed to go out on a school night. She would put on her Mary Jane’s that her mother had brought from the shoemaker. The taps had been added on the tip and heels. They said it was to prevent the wearing of the shoes. But she just loved to hear the clickety click when walking on the sidewalk to church. She would change into something pretty, bring a sweater for the walk back home and of course place her rosary in her little purse.
Clickety click, and on she went but entering the church the clicks echoed so loudly, even tip-toeing made heads turn. Old ladies with thin lips and silly hats frowned disapprovingly but there were always one or two that knew her mother or grandmaman and nodded approving her presence to recite the evening rosary to Mother Mary.
first day in May
walking through the park
lovers hand in hand
first day in May
begins the month of Mary
droning Hail Mary’s
walking through the park
hair blowing in the wind
cherry blossoms wave
lovers hand in hand
kiss under the cherry tree
petal on her nose
©Tournesol’17/05/01
Daily Moments – First day in May (Troibun)
I had not read the meme properly and just realized we were to write a tan renga…since it is May 1st, I can’t help keeping the same theme as my daily thoughts.

on a gust of wind
the cherry blossoms dance through the streets
in praise of the Creator
© Chèvrefeuille
girls clutch their rosary,
month of Mother Mary begins
©Tournesol ‘17/05/01
evening
waves come into the cove
one at a time {Jane Reichold 2000}
silent mist sprays
over our nakedness
©Tournesol’17/02/10
sandals in petals
yet he’s so poor
his hat’s a sack {Matsuo Basho}
my starving artist
fills me plenty
©Tournesol’17/02/10
sleeping outdoors
with friends
summer constellations {Matsuo Basho}
backs on ticklish grass
seven sisters beaming
©Tournesol’17/02/10
Here is a lovely haiku created by poetess, Pat R aka JazzyTowers at Thoughts and Entanglements we are to complete this hokku in this Tan Renga Challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
wisteria sways –
pendulous blossoms in breeze
unspoken promise (Pat R)
Our mentor/host completed a stunning renga for this Tan Renga challenge:
wisteria sways –
pendulous blossoms in breeze
unspoken promise (Pat R)
drinking tea on the veranda
the sweet perfume of blue rain (Chèvrefeuille)
Now I am going to attempt to complete this beautiful hokku:
wisteria sways –
pendulous blossoms in breeze
unspoken promise (Pat R)
safe for a soft whisper
drifting in the zephyr
only nature hears
implicit lyrics float
with a lilt
©Tournesol’16
inazuma ya yami no kata yuku goi no koe
a flash of lightning—
passing through the darkness
a night heron’s scream © Basho (1644-1694)
croak of a frog
silenced forever
©Tournesol’16/06/19
First autumn morning
the mirror I stare into
shows my father’s face.
© Murakami Kijo
a tear trickles
recalling that last season
memories spool back
split second flicks
fast-forward
arrested in mind’s eye
a smile forms on our lips
©Tournesol’16/06/04
The beautiful hokku presented by a very gifted poetess, Paloma, seems fun and free spirited. As I visualised these anthropomorphic tree creatures, my mind wandered to the scary trees of the Wizard of Oz and then my mind wandered into darker places. My mind imagined spirits long passed. I could not help but hear the cries of children’s spirits walking towards the residential school in Cutler, Ontario. My colleague was telling us about the stories and how the children`s park we were just passing on the way to the old condemned school, the cries of children were often heard in the night.
She told us how her great auntie and grandmother has been ripped away from their families over 1,000 miles North when they were five and six years old.
Well, that did it! I could no longer think of anything else but ghosts and spirits lurking in purgatory or some haunted forest. And so, I came up with this completion.

rumbling winter storm –
ents are dancing with their wives –
ancient limbs entwined
© Paloma
wind moans like an old woman
searching for the samurai
petrified branches
gnarled hands of yesteryear
death watchers
famine damned innocents
the aging and infirmed
souls of sickly children
ents sing to mute their cries
haunt the forest
sea of trees wails
up to to Mount Fuji
©Tournesol’16/05/29
a new year begins
with the blooming
of a single frosty rose © Mizuhara Shuoshi
budding promise
leaving droplets of the past
© Tournesol’16/05/29
silence
in the blind wind’s dance
blossoms
© Jane Reichhold
solemn contemplation
petals rest on her plaque
© Tournesol’16/05/25
The above tan renga inspired me to write just a bit more and here is a troiku I will be adding to Haiku Horizons prompt “rest”
muted June bug
in solemn contemplation
rests on her plaque
muted June bug
caught
resting
in solemn contemplation
starlings nap
on bended knees
rests on her plaque
one lone
sunflower
©Tournesol’16/05/25
Time is at a crunch, so I have completed several tan renga for Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge in one post here.
the shrine
in the sacred grove:
a cool wind blows
© Chora
wings flap with delight
love birds tie the knot
© Tournesol ’16-05-24
ancient walls
covered in parables
speak to those who see
© Janice ‘Petra Domina’ Adcock
wonder washes over me
thinking of yesteryear
© Tournesol ’16-05-24
one step outside
the temple gate, its Japan —
a tea picker’s song
© Tagami Kikusha
bamboo basket
overflows with traditions
© Tournesol ’16-05-24