
tills the soil,
calculating his harvest,
sows the fields
works night and day,
you’d surely be envious
noble farmer
nuisance prevails
gorging leaves messy field,
pot belly crows
© Tournesol ’15
Poetry ~ Waka

chasing playfully
in the open meadow
tag you’re it!
giggling like children
old shed in the meadow
playing naughty
© Tournesol’15
journeys through time
photos of long ago
treasured gifts
&
mother and father
gifted with sounds
newborn’s cry
© Tournesol ’15
I feel a bit silly after writing my love of spring weather and embracing that “feel good” ambiance on my way to work this afternoon…hence the tanka, Love is in the air. As I stepped out tonight to come home at 22:00, this is what I saw…I felt like writing a poem starting with SNOW is a 4-letter word but decided to turn this into an opportunity and write a more thought-provoking “free style” haiku for this haiga festival.
scribbles a haiku
sunnyside of sidewalk
now lost in snow
~
now lost in snow
mind slips in overcast
too spent to resume
blow blow, let the wind blow
weary brain may recover
© Tournesol ’15

(tanka)
radiant sunshine
snowbanks shrink
city streets are grey
March winds blow debris
love is in the air.
© Tournesol ’15
The days are finally longer and at my first break at 17:30 today, I got a glimpse of the sun setting. Such a long winter of dark days and only snow to show brightness, this was a treat for me…a sign of new beginnings…
© Tournesol ’15

Awaken to shadows
beast of darkness lurks
day of surrender
***
awaken to shadows
clouds filled with life
lessons
beast of darkness lurks
searching for the vulnerable
fragile heart
day of surrender
open to the universe
sun smiles at me
© Tounesol ’15
Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku and Poetry Prompt Challenge 34 “Beast & Day”
A Troika is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
A troika (meaning triplet or trio) in Russian…read more here
When I think of the word “Happiness”my memory captures a moment of delight…bliss, such as the photo of my children together. Whether they are 3 or 33, my heart bursts at the seams when I see them just hanging out. It is a moment in time, a mother has been blessed seeing the evidence of pure joy…her children.
© Tournesol ’15
