Mother Nature’s scorn Haibun  Day 4 NaPoWriMo

If ever there was a month to be described as cruel, November should be the one.  The colours of amber, gold and red have fallen to their death.  The rains are cold and the winds penetrate through overcoats.  It is so difficult finding a way to stay warm.

November 1st, All Saints’ Day follows Halloween which is a colourful, albeit scary at times, day.  But the eve of November is filled with sweets, dancing, parties, dressing up for all ages and feeling youthful.

She used to love to dress up walking her children to trick or treat giving the excuse she didn’t want anyone to recognize her and give more to her  children…hogwash! she was just taking care of her inner child and loved the dressing up and disguising her face as much as the children did.

© Clr'15 Me in 2008 at work
© Clr’15 Me in 2008 at work

And then, the month of November followed…dark too early moving back to regular time…why the heck did they advance it to begin with?  Saskatchewan is one province that makes sense with keeping regular time all year round; the shock would not be so bad!! It is so cruel from one day to the next the sun sets two hours earlier!! The days are shorter, and rarely snow on the ground until end of the month or December making it dark, damp and depressing…there you go, 3D’s = cruel month.

5-3-5

nature’s cruel charade
November
teatime in the dark

(c) Tournesol ’16-04-04

Day 4 NaPoWriMo 2016

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Trick or Treat (Tan Renga)

© Clr'15  Taken 2008 at work
© Clr’15 Taken 2008 at work

cobwebbed stairwells
children playing “dress-up”– shout!
trick or treat!

old lady adjusts her hat
well, now my little pretties!

© Tournesol ’15

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

pumpkin seeds (haiga)

Deviantart – by canislupuscorax

gut Mister Pumpkins
designing Jack-O-Lanterns
crow burps a seed

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem Timeglass

death and beyond (haiga)

Indian Summer – Québec

Our Ghost Writer at Carpe Diem today is Gary Gay and our inspiration is October as the first full autumn month. I love that that photo chosen with vibrant colours is in Québec and near the Richelieu River where I raised my family.

Gary asks us to “Think outside the Box” when you use Halloween topics. It can be a good source of humour as well. Here is his example of thinking outside the box or misdirection.

My skeleton

going for a walk

in the cemetery © Gary Gay

The poem has a subject of death and yet Gary’s skeleton is still alive.

Here is my attempt in both languages in honour of that lovely autumn photo in Québec dans la Vallée du Richelieu

©Heavenly Tranquility – Flickr

mains en prière
parlant à GrandPapa,
lui! sait m’écouter

~

hands clasped,
speaking to GrandPapa…
he! truly listens

© Tournesol ’14

          Now for a the Halloween theme. Every Halloween I would dress up with my children so neighbours would NOT recognize me. Part of it was the fun of dressing up and walking around incognito and the other reason, I did not want neighbours to favour my children with extra treats. But I DID get treats as well…no one knew if I was man or women…they would talk to me in English to see if I was ME and I’d shrug my shoulders; they would try in French to see if I was the children’s father, and I would shrug  again.

One year I dressed up as Count Dracula., with black dye in my short hair slicked back wearing a red lined long black cape.   I had the pointy teeth and everything and traces of blood dripping from my lips in each side. As we arrived at the crescent there was a mom with very young children. One little girl looked up at me and started crying. I felt so bad but hugging her would surely have traumatized her more. I never wore scary outfits thereafter and dressed as a hobo the remaining years.

blood stained chin
black cloak blows in autumn wind,
little girl wails

© Tournesol ’14