Tag: winter

Daily Moments January 18’16 – Blue Monday (haiku)

It snowed all night and continued snowing lightly as she left for work.  The sidewalk had not yet been ploughed so the nice cushion of snow seemed nice and safe; she decided to brave the walk without studs on her boots. The snow was fluffy like talcum powder. She stops facing the sun that is trying to peak through the clouds and soaks up the beauty briefly.

evergreens
serene and chic
perpetual grace

Content with the view, she continues on her way to the bus and then she slips…where the heck that patch of ice waits mockingly under that pure whiteness. She could have been a clown at the Shriner’s Circus with flailing arms, wrestling with her backpack and wobbly knees…which would reach gravity first? It was a tie! Left knee crashes to the sneering ice and body is pulled by weight of her backpack crashing her shoulder to the ground. Not an easy feat to get up…Oh, yes, of course, she forgets to remove that 20 pound bag. She is whining now, from the pain, slightly feeling defeated and sorry for herself and then she remembers her collapsible cane is in her bag which saves the day. Onward and forward, she limps slowly.

mounting the bus
awkward but determined
with her cane
pokes a teen off assigned seating
deserving and pleased

© Tournesol ’16/01/18

Daily Moments January 18  2016

Interesting that today is Blue Monday the most depressing day of the year.

Jan 17 Daily Moments (haiga) snow views

white carpets

white carpets
under grey skies
arresting homes

Walking to the grocery store, she stopped now and then took photos of the landscapes. Her focus was the front door of most houses all adorned with their winter addition. Can you see the common theme here?

 

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shovel house

winter home
seasonal fixture rests
geared up for snow

Temperatures rose in the afternoon melting the snow in the streets adding puddles on the side that were not pedestrian friendly.  She regretted wearing her white parka.

Yet, it was still pleasant walking in the mild weather just barely zero Celsius… no need to wear a hat was a nice treat to feel the wind blow in her hair; walking was slow due to the snow-covered sidewalks but still nice. Sidewalks are not plowed in most residential areas. A crow flew overhead and she noticed for the first time the thick winter nests for birds that were brave to stay here and not fly south.

pine haiga

snow dusted pine
cradling soft whiteness
dressed for winter

©Tournesol’16/01/16

perceptions (haiku)

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snowfalls soothe
winter wonderland ,‘til
harrowing ice storms

crusted branches
crystallize imperfectly
beauty in nature

frail old lady
calls her soul-mate –lame,
but faithful tabby

© Tournesol ’16/01/15

Three Word Wednesday  harroowing – imperfect – lame

winter’s grace (haibun)

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It rained all day and night last weekend. She thought it might just be a brief break in the season. The following day temperatures dropped so much the shiny streets turn white with frost. Whatever reason Mother Nature may give for these changes in the weather, winter is still here to stay…for a while, that is.

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forgiving nature
winter repents
graced with beauty

© Tournesol’16/01/14

January 13 Daily Moments – Shadow Play (troiku)

 

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dragons prowl
shadows in the night
snow puffs soothe

dragons prowl
always one snowflake behind
can’t catch me

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shadows in the night
tall and short circling me
my companion

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snow puffs soothe
shimmering softly
winter’s gems

© Tournesol’16

 

January 12’16 Daily Moments- Winters of Yore (Haibun)

Walking across the mall’s parking lot she looked up at the glorious blue sky. The sun was hiding behind a tiny grey cloud, probably snow in that one. And then she saw a huge grey mass. It was where the snowploughs push the snow. In the past ten days, the lovely air we breathe in this city added its global charm.

masking the universe

sun plays peak- a- boo
grey puffs drifting
frowning at our air
unforgiving images
masking the universe

Viewing her photos the dreary mountain disgusts her. The wonderful thing about art and photography is that one can alter eyesores to more delightful landscapes.

brush dipped in pale hues
shading hills innocent and pure
O winters of yore!

womters of yore

– or –

pleasing to the eyes
softening harsh realities
soothing to the soul

© Tournesol ’16/01/12

Daily moments January 11, 2016 (Carpe Diem! haibun)

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It felt like spring last night with the plus 6 Celsius and rain. The wind reminded her of March winds pushing even her tall  frame on the dark, shiny streets walking home.

This morning was a surprise, no more grey skies but azure blue with splashes of white here and there. The winds blowing in the distance looks like the tree across the street was waving at her, probably warning her of the 20 degree drop in temperature.

first light of day
white frost seizes
shivering limbs

© Tournesol’16/01/11

Daily Moments

winter fair (haiga – daily moments Jan 9 2016)

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snow brushed trees
silent winter street fair
frost tipped pines

© Tournesol’16/01/09

Daily Moments

après ski (haibun)

They skied all day on Mont Tremblant.  The slopes had crusty patches from the thaw and freeze during les fêtes,  and they laughed together as they tumbled more than once. Later that evening, in their chalet, they clink their glasses of warm sweet wine.

on bearskin rug
less cold, sipping caribou
après ski

© Tournesol ’16/01/04

winter interlude (haibun – daily moments)

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Consistency breeds comfort. It feels familiar when repeated at the same time over and over, like a mother’s lullaby soothing her baby.   After the first snowstorm of the season, nature seems to produce a steady snowfall every other day…sometimes  a heavy flurry that often tapers to a slow constant flutter.

She hears a humming in the middle of the night a drone that calms her back to sleep.  Bu,t this morning she awakens just before sunrise and watches the snow fall gently.   It’s a light snow at first …just enough to veil the outlines of the droning machinery outside her window.

She looks at the trees, fitted with sweaters of pure white and the cedars hide bashfully under stoles of pure fresh powder.

It’s Sunday morning and the sun is rising somewhere in the east far above snow clouds.  The sky is a pearly grey, not threatening in the least but rather like a dome hovering over her home.  It feels like a shower of white poppies…nature suggesting Sabbath’s day of rest.

She hears another snowplough clearing a shopping centre’s lot across the street; those eager patrons will be checking the last day of Boxing Day week hoping to find another deal, the right size, and right colour… the real deal!  If not, they’ll just sit in the mall with a Laura Secord ice cream cone and watch the tired faces of adults being pulled by their offspring s chanting, “Just one more, just one more!”  Comfortable armchairs are strategically placed in the centre hallway of the mall where tired fathers and husbands wait patiently and people watch.

A smug smile forms on her lips as she relishes the warmth and calm of her home, not inclined in the least to go out unless she needs something.  She sighs, relieved at the thought of not having to brush half a foot of snow off the hood of a car and  scrape the windows of melted snow turned to ice and sits back relishing the sound of  her furry friend purr.

arresting snow – falls,
manmade humming stills,
settles on a branch

© Tournesol ’16/01/03

Daily Moments of January 3, 2016

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MLMM