After the snow storm (haibun)

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I took another long route to work today. After a snow storm, I love to see the trees covered with thick snow, many streets only one side is plowed. This reminds me when I drove to work at 6pm. I had to move my car to the other side so the snow plow could clear the street.  There was usually always a warning, a truck drives up ahead with flashing lights and honks to warn a few drivers to move their vehicle, otherwise they get a hefty ticket.

Today I was in awe at the parks and the trees. Of course I felt sorry for the cyclists because we have many avid winter cyclists who often have trouble finding their bike in the huge snow banks the snow plows created.  Today it was wet heavy snow and the streets were slushy. My feet were soaken wet…guess my boots are not as waterproof as I thought.

After the snow storm

Sopping city streets get messy

fairyland parks

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night snow plows

craft high snow banks

ignoring cycles

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem

first snow (haiku)

baby blues

stares up above

licking his lips

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Carpe Diem

snow wonder (haibun)

 

Snow dust and icicles
© Clr ’14

Working today from home, I was blessed to be spared braving the winter storm we are having here in Montreal.  Although I would normally take public transit, I knew the walk on slippery and some slushy paths would not have been pleasant.

By the end of the day, I could see the rising temperatures had turned the snow to ice.  What beautiful images I saw as I admired the bare-branches-no-more, and tiny icicles hanging on like tear drops. I felt elation and a sudden gust of childlike wonder. For long moments, I could feel my grief dissipate, replaced by mild sparks of enchantment.

 

snow dust

coating bare branches

my grief went away

moments of joy

sheer mystic wonder

brushing my soul

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem

message of serenity (haiga)

© Northern Lights - Alien Study
© Northern Lights – Alien Study

A young teen called once to say he wanted to take his life. Let’s call him Real.  He had seen too much sadness in his short years…abuse, death of a close friend and the pain weighed too heavily on him.  I knew he was calling from the far North and asked him if he often saw Aurora Borealis. “Why yes,” he quickly responded, “It is my ancestors telling me they are safe and happy in their world.  I am going to join them now.”

I asked him if his ancestors might also be asking him if he still had things to do on this land before travelling beyond to meet them. He paused a long moment…he later accepted to go to emergency and get help.  

I can never forget this youth for he phoned our service four days later to thank me, and that he was in hospital getting the care he needed.

multi-hues
whispering from beyond
a life of grace

ancestors
travelling on tinted vapours
call of serenity.

© Tournesol `14

Carpe Diem

fearless stride (haiga)

red hat
© Clr ’14

foggy moon
cold keeps us indoors, but
I braved the cold

I braved the cold
with my new wool red hat
dodged the cold

dodged the cold
fearless stride with studded boots
got me home safely

© Tournesol ’14

baby blues glowed (haibun)

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He was only 13 months old and could barely walk in his stiff white winter boots.  I took him out of his car seat.  I placed him on the huge parking lot at his father’s garage, that was filled with virgin snow.  He looked down and lifted one foot and saw his footprint in the snow; he froze with his baby blues widened, reflecting the light from the showroom.   He then started tiptoeing so as not to mess up the white powdery carpet.

Baby blues glow,

tiptoeing on white powder

pure enchantment

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Carpe Diem timeglass

First light (haiga)

© Clr 2014

December light

brightly hails this dove,

heavens aglow

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Carpe Diem “First Light”

moonbeams (haiga)

(c) clr 2014
(c) Clr 2014

white light
beckonning full moon
white dove

white dove
soaring to infinity
free at last

free at last
moonbeams form a stairway
steps to heaven

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Carpe Diem “Full Moon”

my mother, my dove (haiga)

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(haiku)

Once a sprightly dove
now flies above and beyond
forever gone

une  colombe
lost its voice
the earth weeps

a special dove
flies up to heaven
lost my voice

dove of life
above and beyond
silenced

silence
punched me
hard

silence
broke my heart
lament

lamenting
cries searching
ma colombe

lonely
without my dove
tender endings

necessary loss,
life sweeps away,
mourning dove

grieving
daughters shift gears
lost, am I

lost
baring a new role
orphan am I

wings spread,
chirping farewell
Mother dove

(american sentence)

An orphan is born when the last parent has departed forever.

© Tournesol ’14/12/03

trickle of the sand (haiga)

(c) clr 2014-07-13
(c) clr 2014-07-13

frightful dreams

whispers in the night

grim reaper

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grim reaper

holding the hourglass

trickles the sand

© Tournesol ’14/12/01