30 days of haiga September 18 to 20th

sunflowers 2016

autumn harvest
apples and pumpkins
my city sunflower
blossoms mid September
I wait so patiently

(c) Tournesol’16

18- 2016-018-30doh Prompt: apples

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traces
linger on her kimono
scent of lavender

(c)Tournesol’16

19- 2016-019-30doh [for Sept. 19]prompt:  blue or lavender

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memories drift
first red record player
melancholy stays

(c) Tournesol’16

20- 2016-020-30doh [for Sept. 20] prompt: red

30 days of haiga with Rick at 19 Planets Blog Art

web of love

even
intricate details
need mending

(c)Tournesol,16

mindless love
may set you free,
just a leap of faith
from time to time
a frog turns into a prince

(c) Tournesol’16

Haiku Horizons: mend, frog

Entouré d’amour (tanka) daily moments September 12 2016

©Clr'16
©Clr’16

septembre avance
les nuits frissonnent
l’été prend fin
toutefois, une chaleur me borde
entourer des êtres chers

September moves on
twilight shivers
summer’s end
yet, swaddled in warmth
surrounded by loved ones

©tournesol’16

Daily Moments – September 12 2016 Entouré d’amour

mysteries of the night (Tanka)

(c)Clr,16
(c)Clr,16

sun glowed in the night
mother and daughter laughing
like best friends
special visits seem so real
until you wake up

© Tournesol’16

Daily Moments  mysteries of night   (Tanka)  September 5  2016

I dreamed all night with such joy; my mother and I laughed, sharing umpteen stories. The scene was so bright with the glowing sun. Awakening at dawn, before the bright sun rose, felt so lost and morose.

Inspired by this haiku on mysteries:

dreams
the tightrope we walk
without a net
© Jane Reichhold

spirited flower (tanka)

paintbrush flowers
dancing on the hillside
wind blows over reeds
ancient chants resurrected
sights and sounds of summer
© Dolores

© OliG'15 (Gaspé - marguerite)
© OliG’15 (Gaspé – marguerite)

wild daisies
dancing in the field
eyes like the sun
teasing the grassland
blissful innocence

(c) Tournesol’16

visitations (tanka)

© Clr'15
© Clr’15

wild and free
takes time to seek me
butterfly flutters
wings of a messenger
tickle my chin

©Tournesol’16

season’s greetings (haibun)

© Clr '15
© Clr ’15

In late November and December,  it is never a surprise to see snow here in southern Québec. She even remembers walking with the children trick or treating October 31st on snow covered streets. Autumn has such vibrant colours but once the leaves have fallen, it looks like the death of an era. November’s doom and melancholy often sets in for many people.

Although she cringes of the winter’s biting cold weather, shortening her long walks and forcing her to stay in,  it is often a blessing…a relief to see the brightness of the snow covered land, carpeted with hope of better days ahead, escaping finally the bareness of late autumn.

Yes, one cannot help but feel excitement and joy especially after that first snowfall.  It seems to awaken the child within.

season’s interlude
frost tipped trees and frozen land
biting autumn winds
snow covered parks
winter wonderland

©Tournesol’16

last embrace (tanka)

[…] “These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night’s arms.” […] Pedro Calderon de la Barca.

new dawn
in its splendour
blossoms
fading light hurries life
nighttime’s last embrace

(c) Tournesol’16

summer rain (tanka)

 

 

[…] “Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.” […] Langston Hughes

[…] “Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” […] Buddha

 

august heatwave
rain caresses her body
barely refreshed,
dives in the water,
skinny-dipped relief

©Tournesol’16/08/24

Summer Rain – Johnny Rivers

sweet sprinkles (haibun)

[…] “Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.” […] Rumi

There is no question the love she has for her children and their children; they are from her, a part of her extending into the future. And as she is like a daisy with each petal depicts the multiplicity of her personality, hence, several petals group together forming another passion…her love of reaching out to those in need.

pain bleeds
late in the night – and then,
gentle sigh of relief
sweetens the night air
voice of comfort

©Tournesol’16/08/19