wind blows from the North
moon comes and goes
ice forms on my path
© Tournesol ’16/02/17
Daily Moments Feb 17 – north winds (haiku)
Daily moments – Feb 17 /16 ~loving memories (kikobun)
The view of fresh fallen snow offers a promise of hope. She looks at the pure whiteness from her bedroom window and smiles. It was a welcoming mild day compared to the arctic weekend she’d just passed…the snow would be heavy yet sticky, just the right consistency to make snow forts, snowballs and snowmen. She saw children giggling and sliding in her mind’s eye.
Walking on the snow-covered sidewalks she noticed the grey skies threatening more snow but it was too mild…surely it may turn to rain or sleet. Mother Nature can get overwhelmed with the earth’s heating; she seemed dazed and confused.
Later shuffling through snow, its texture reminded her of cookie dough batter. You know when you add butter to that fluffy white flour and beat it until it all blends together. Her mind wandered to old childhood memories. Her GrandMaman would let her lick the bowl of batter…how she loved adding just a smidgen of sugar on the raw dough.
GrandMaman would spread the batter and let her granddaughter choose the cookie cutters of shapes of animals, stars or hearts depending on the occasion. Her favourites were the star and heart.
Walking along the street streets, she looked up at the grey skies
Searching
under veiled skies
love of her heart
© Tournesol’16/02/17
Daily Moments Feb 17 2016
Daily Moments – Feb 16/16 – slip & slide (haiku)
rain and snow
nature’s dazed and confused
slip and slide
© Tournesol ’16/02/16
Daily Moments Feb 16 2016
liquid secrets (tanka – haiku)
(tanka)
staring at the waves
rolling on the river
taking hold of me
dripping true emotions
no longer wear me down.
(haiku)
river holds
roaring white rapids –
all my secrets
(c) Tournesol ’16
| STARE | RIVER | HOLD | TRUE | WEAR |
Daily Moments Feb 15’16 Family Day (haiga)
mountain breeze
winter fun
a taste of snow
~
a taste of snow
monkeying around,
on their tongues
(c) Tournesol ’16
Daily Moments – Feb 15’16 Family Day
pensée du jour 14 février ’16 demeure aimée
maison plein d’amour
parsemée de son essence
mon âme sœur
~
house full of love
sprinkled with her essence
my soul sister
(c) Tournesol’ 16
Daily Moments Feb 14 2016
Daily moments Feb 13’16 Cold Mountains (haiku)
brief peak at winter
bitter cold blows across the field
awe of the mountains
(c) Tournesol’16
Daily Moments Feb. 13/16
Passion’s touch (tanka)
winter wind whistles
frosted windows peak
lovers spooning
warmth of their flesh rises
under down filled duvet
(c) Tournesol’16
Daily Moments Feb 12 /16 thinking of Janet (haiku)
This flash fiction was prompted by The Carrot Flash Fiction Challenge this week and we were to write about wild open spaces with a bonus if you could add something cute and furry.
The Witching Hour (Flash Fiction 99 words – no more, no less)
It was approaching the witching hour that most parents dread.
“MOMMY! Oli buggin me !” her toddler whined.
Oli snickered, proud he succeeded to put a dent in the mommy-daughter coziness since he arrived from JK.
It was only four-fifteen. She couldn’t take the squeals and whining. She called her next-door neighbour, “Janet, I think I just might lose it.”
Janet let out her warm loving chuckle, “Send them over here and the girls will keep them busy.”
Biking towards the open fields, with each breath, she allowed her frustrations of the day to scatter over the wild daisies. (99 words)
Walking in the soft snow last night, I was reminded of our long winter walks at night, chatting about life and family. We would walk for hours.
Janet was a dear friend who kept me sane when my children were pre-schoolers. She taught me to relax, stop trying to have the perfectly clean and tidy house and just enjoy the children. I am forever grateful to her and her family.
This flash fiction inspired these haiku:
mother nature
wild and wondrous
takes me in
takes me in
warm and loving heart
a true friend
© Tournesol `16/02/12
Daily Moments – thinking of Janet Feb 12/16
natural tunes (haiku – tanka)
soft whistling
echoes through the forest
keeps me company
~
bumping on the pier
ancient schooner groans
each wave rocks
rhythmic lazy tunes
eventide’s blues
© Tournesol ’16/02/11
Tournesol dans un Jardin 