pledge of their new life
pine needles in her hair
consummating love
©Tournesol’16
Poetry ~ Waka
pledge of their new life
pine needles in her hair
consummating love
©Tournesol’16
angels
flit and fly,
sitting on the street
angels everywhere
shed a tear
ripple on a lake
flit and fly
flutter in a field
crawl upon my palm
sitting on the street
lessons of compassion
and humility
&

loving presence
grandchildren
gifts from heaven
© Tournesol’16/09/02

[…] “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” […] Lewis Caroll
Mother Earth swaddles
with snowy coverlet,
barren branches
© Tournesol`16/09/01

wild and free
takes time to seek me
butterfly flutters
wings of a messenger
tickle my chin
©Tournesol’16

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

Here is a poem AC gave the family for Easter when she was in kindergarten. On the card it reads, “Retold by AC”
The air is like a butterfly
with frail blue wings
the happy earth looks at the sky
and sings
Today, I sit and think of her with loving thoughts. It is her birthday today, on August 31st …my baby is no longer a baby but a blue butterfly that sings…
baby girl born
filled with innocence
air so pure
baby girl born
always a baby in eyes
of a mother
filled with innocence
shedding day by day
butterfly wings
air so pure
like the sound of her voice
when she sings
&
life’s goodies
filled with spice – and,
everything nice
to my daughter, my blue butterfly,
Happy Birthday
with love,
Mom
X0X0X0

scorching day
even the cicadas whine
scents of sweat
smells linger
secreting the past
Pandora
©Tournesol’16/08/30
daily moments – nostalgia August 30 2016
3 – 5 – 3
[…] “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” […] Lord Byron

sun gently peers
yawning gardens stir
from a dim skyline
sun gently peers
announcing
emerging day
yawning gardens stir
waiting with bated breath
burgeoning rosette
from a dim skyline
sunbeams kissing blossoms
wowing the courtyard
©Tournesol ’16
Prompts: Haiku Horizons & Care Diem Haiku Hai
The Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

hands her a daisy,
blushing, she thanks him,
Oh those courting days!
hands her a daisy,
heart fills with hope
their first kiss…
blushing, she thanks him
roaming the field – leans closer,
her hand feels so soft
Oh those courting days!
arm slides round her tiny waist
head on his shoulder
©Tournesol’16
[…] “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” […] Lord Byron

sundown getaway
silently savouring
nature’s last act
sundown getaway
inhaling
tranquil escape
silently savouring
guiltless greed
heavenly bliss
nature’s last act
rooftop view
exit the sun
©Tournesol’16