The family gathered in her home, feeling her presence everywhere. One daughter, sat rocking in her mother’s chair by the window, reminiscing
all took turns
even the woodpecker,
paid their respects
© Tournesol ’15
Poetry ~ Waka
The family gathered in her home, feeling her presence everywhere. One daughter, sat rocking in her mother’s chair by the window, reminiscing
all took turns
even the woodpecker,
paid their respects
© Tournesol ’15
Life as it should be
slow, painful, mystifying
and then there’s joy
and then there’s joy
life accelerates
in the end, there’s light
© Tournesol ’15
May is le mois de Marie. As a youth she loved this excuse to walk across the river hearing the metal on the soles of her shoes click click click like the dancers on Ed Sullivan AND on a school night to boot. Every evening, people would recite the Rosary.
pray for a while
tap-dance across the footbridge
evening walk home
© Tournesol ’15
beach house view
seagulls circle an old widow
muted wails
© Tournesol ‘ 15
© Debbie HallBy: Debbie Hall
buttercup opens
awakening butterflies
morning caress
morning caress
blossom’s sweet nectar
butterfly’s treat
© Tournesol ’15