autumn mist (haiku)

ghostly shadows
hanging mockingly
autumn mist

autumn mist
swaddling trees in nature’s arms
shields their nakedness

©Tournesol`17/10/13

Written for Haiku Horizons: mist and Carpe Diem Haiku kai “Nakedness”

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humility (senyru + cherita)

(senryu)

wrapped
in naked humbleness
confesses her sins

©Tournesol’17/10/12

(A Cherita)

making the sign of the cross

she leaves the confessional head down,
hands clasped together in prayer

kneeling before the Virgin Mary
giving thanks for  absolution of her sins
shivering at her nakedness, she prays

©Tournesol’17/10/12

Inspired by chevrefeuillescarpediem-nakedness

 

man on the moon (troiku)

©Denise Kwong

sunflowers
smiling at the sky
standing at attention

sunflowers
waving
at the harvest moon

smiling at the sky
praying for a miracle
moonbeams heed

standing at attention
home for Thanksgiving
man on the moon

©Tournesol’17/10/12

How could I not write something about les tournesols (sunflowers)! We are asked to write a poem or story inspired by the above photo at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie’s Photo Challenge 184

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

*Reference for Thanksgiving is for our Canadian Thanksgiving on October 9th.

Thankful moments (troibun)

wistfully holds
futures passed and gone
scent of promise

wistfully holds
visions of newlyweds
his heart quickens

futures passed and gone
offspring born and grown
love for her transcends

scent of promise
flourishing with each grain
passion begotten

The sky began its concert, with hues that melt his heart. His wife shouts from a distance, “Mon amour nous sommes tous à la table, viens vite, nous t’attendons!”He slowly turns to go and looks with love at his hand, “I love the handful of the earth you are.”

Happy Thanksgiving!

Written for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – Sunday Writing Prompt 223 – We are inspired by a sonnet by Pablo Neruda and we can take any line or the entire poem to inspire a story. I have chosen to write a Troiku with a narrative which I call a Troibun (taken from Haibun)  A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

Sonnet XVI by Pablo Neruda

I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica
of the multiplying universe

Your wide eyes, are the only light I know
from extinguished constellations;
your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteor through rain.

Your hips were that much of the moon for me;
your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
your heart, fiery with its long red rays,

was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing
you – compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.

divine intervention (troibun)

 

Northern lights will never be the same, she thought, ever since she spoke to that  boy years ago. He was giving up on life filled with so much grief saying he wanted to join his ancestors who came every night in shimmering shapes and colours.

tinted shadows
communing with their heirs
every night

tinted shadows
everlasting radiance
from heaven

communing with their heirs
messages of love
embracing life

every night
animated skies return
divine presence

©Tournesol’17/10/04

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1264-borealis-northern-lights.html#comment-form

rich soup (troibun)

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They lived in a modest house in the country. The young boy went out to the porch to get a cup of rice from a tall burlap bag. His mom was boiling onions in water with bones she got at the butcher.

rice floating
in beef bouillon
humble man’s soup
what lacks in chewy meat
enriched with a mother’s love

©Tournesol ‘17/10/08

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/10/carpe-diem-1267-millionaire.html

farmers’ helper (troiku)

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©Clr’17 Harvest Moon Oct 5/17

midnight stroll
under the glowing presence
harvest moon

midnight stroll
never feeling alone
man on the moon

under the glowing presence
behind floating clouds
playing peekaboo

harvest moon
lighting the path on cornfields
farmers’ helper

©Tournesol’17/10/07

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/10/carpe-diem-1266-koharu-indian-summer.html

scent of autumn (troibun)

© Cheryl-Lynn R. ’16

Autumn entails hard work for those who own homes especially with gardens. It is a time where leftover vegetables and dead leaves blend with garden soil…getting the land ready for a long slumber under snow covered grounds. Grownups are busy with garden tools and raking leaves in tall mounds.

midday break
resting on a nest of leaves
scent of autumn

midday break
crunch of Mackintosh
by the maple tree

resting on a nest of leaves
grandson helps her up
failing knees accept

scent of autumn
marigolds slip in
summer’s remains

©Tournesol’17/10/07

Written for http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/10/carpe-diem-1265-perfume.html

making room for Thanksgiving – daily moments Oct 7/17

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yesterday
the leaves were dancing,
waving with the wind
a young man fished
as the sun set

today
the sun hides
behind heavy clouds

nature sleeps
cleaning debris
time to muse

nature sleeps
giving time to mend
busy harvest days

cleaning debris
genuine
soul searching

time to muse
brooding over life’s gifts
Thanksgiving day

©Tournesol’17/10/07

In  honour of Canadian Thanksgiving weekend.

hopeless in DC (troibun) Daily Moments Sept 29 ~17

©Orion35 at Deviant Art

I am just thinking out loud here.  I try not to delve to much into political rants but this has been bugging me for quite some time…

You know that wonderful tool “remote access”  where someone takes possession of your computer?  You know what I mean, right?  It is like a person with IT capabilities, shrink themselves smaller than Tom Thumb and makes corrections on your computer.    It is weird seeing that mouse point in all sorts of directions, letters showing up on your screen and you have not even touched the darn keyboard!! Right?

Now I wonder if this tool, “remote access” could be programmed with that leader south of here who seems to trump up on those 140 characters he tweets every day. Honestly, there should be an anti-trump-up (you know like an anti-virus) configured on every electronics he touches that can neutralize any stupid, discriminatory and dangerous to the nation and the world comment.  That might save the nation from some of his blunders.  As for his speeches, well that seems hopeless.

hopeless
growling like a rabid dog
in Washington

hopeless
waiting for the calm
caught in his tirades

growling like a rabid dog
people running for shelter
danger’s in the air

in Washington
living in a bad dream, like
1984

©Tournesol’17/09/29

silence of the fans (troiku – tanka) Daily Moments September 28 2017

temperatures plummet
cool breeze whistles
bonne nuit

temperatures plummet
even the cicadas
nature sleeps

cool breeze whistles
softly
twilight serenade

bonne nuit
catching up
stories of the night

~~~

heatwave lifts
embracing
silence in the home
roar of monsters sleep
until summer

©Tournesol’17/09/28

Daily moments – September 28 2017 silence of the fans 

under the Buck Moon (haibun)

Winding Road

Driving to their summer cottage in July along that long twisting road filled vacationers with such excitement and promise. A year older since last summer, the girls and boys have blossomed,  each with varied agenda…some fulfilling romantic dreams, others realizing hormonal packed fantasies…

winding road
summer’s burgeoning fruits
ripen in time

plucked under a full moon
succulent sighs trickle

their last kiss lingers
haunting the winding road home
September adieus

©Tournesol’17/09/28

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s prompt “winding road’.

Inspired by Kim’s haiku:

magic woolen yarn
leading us back to winter
the winding road home
©Kim M. Russell’17

Daily moments – September 27/17 cooling off (a cherita)

©Wikipedia

(a cherita)

another sweltering day today

uncommon for this hemisphere
the A/C and a few extra fans roar all night long

I carry my oriental fan with me everywhere
fanning my sweaty face waiting for my Metro car
visualizing penguins in Antarctica

Years ago on a trip to Saint Marten, I noticed people walking to work and their pace was so slow compared to how we get to work. That made sense too! I realized that moseying along slowly, I did not build up a sweat …well, hardly since I am perspiring even in winter if I am walking fast. I often say jokingly, “I can’t help it, I’m just hot stuff!” but seriously it is not comfortable. I look on the bus today as my face is wet already before I even start my shift. I wonder with awe, how some of the commuters are wearing a long sleeve shirt and their faces are so dry!! How can that be possible?! Here I am fanning myself on the bus, on the Metro and spraying my face and hair with water when I get to work to cool myself.

I remember a few years ago visiting the Biodome several times with my grandson since I lived across the street from there at the time. When you first enter, you are flooded with the heat of the rainforest…oh, it is beautiful alright but within minutes, I am already anxious to get to the Antarctica section and sit watching those cute penguins prancing and diving into the water. To this day, I often visualize myself sitting in that section of the Biodome and it seems to cool my body a bit. Looks like I will be visualizing penguins this week.

©Cheryl-Lynn 17/09/27

a looney or a tooney (troibun)

They passed by him one by one. The sun had just risen and many people shuffled South coming back from their night shift; they seemed to notice him and some would stop by and say hi, or offer him something; others were in their own world walking zombie like; they couldn’t wait to hit the pillow.

And then there was another crowd walking the other direction, very quickly going to their day job. Most of them did not notice him and some even smirked at him as if he were a nuisance.

After the weekend, the morning crowd was not always accommodating.

by the Métro door
sips the last of his coffee
folks rush by

by the Métro door
holds out his Tim Horton cup
longing heavy coins

sips the last of his coffee
the nurse in purple, brings him
every Monday

folks rush by
every hundredth person drops
a big fat toonie

©Tournesol’17/09/27

Written for Haiku Horizons: Coin

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©Clr’17 Loonie $1 Toonie $2 Canadian

 

Daily moments ~ shady dreams~ Troiku + solo no renga September 26 2017

sinking deeper
well of uncertainty
darkness cradles me

sinking deeper
gravity takes control
mocking me

well of uncertainty
taunting me with promise
empty like the well

darkness cradles me
acquiescent and submissive
I sleep

I sleep
fingers pointing
a mother’s look

mocking and contriving
faces in my dreams

cringing with self-doubt
know not what to do
praying to wake up

shrill of morning calling
finally in the greyness

dependable
is my darkness
holding me together

©Tournesol’17/09/26

 

 

 

historical romance novel (troiku)

The Pleasure of Reading

in an old wing-chair
shadows dancing on the page
candles flicker

in an old wing-chair
sounds of firecrackers
thunderbolts

shadows dancing on my page
lost in time
ancient love story

candles flicker
after the storm – silence,
the old hound farts

©Tournesol’17/09/25

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.ca/2017/09/carpe-diem-1261-pleasure-of-reading.html

honouring family (troiku)

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©Clr’17

on the credenza
the images of ancestors
lighted by a candle
© Chèvrefeuille

on the credenza
painted on porcelain
our coat of arms

the images of ancestors
reminding me
who I am

lighted by a candle
thirteen tea lights glow
GrandMaman’s birthday

©Tournesol’17/09/24

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CDHK- meditation on the river

secrets of the soul (haibun)

This week at Dungeon prompt we are asked to write about one of the more wilder things we’ve done in our life that looks a little out of place when put up next to the rest of our life’s journey. Or take it in another direction and write about our monsters, or demons.

boul St Laurent Montréal Street art, ’17

I think the worse monster I may have is self-doubt and questioning my own self-worth. That is not something that family and friends close to me know…more or less. It has its strengths and its weaknesses. In strength it emits humility. In weakness it chips away at my spirt and elicits inertia.

Some things, however, are best left unsaid. Have you ever held on to a deep dark secret for years and finally share one day out of sheer vulnerability? Perhaps you were tired or experiencing too many layers and layers of stresses in your life that that last drop made you spill some of it over. Maybe you were so raw and drunk with grief, it trickled out, only to discover later it may not have been the right person to dump on.

Maybe a priest, a therapist, a minister, a rabbi or a guru are appropriate recipients but is a friend the same? Is a spiritual guide better? Some things seem worse spoken out loud. Don’t they? Fantasies may be harmless until some are shared or acted upon. What about secrets deep inside that may shock your friend(s) or family? We all have demons, don’t we?

rarely share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside

life
all its dips and rises
every single day

always try to share
power of your faith
fullness of the heart

rarely share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside

most don’t really care
too busy with their dole

mornings
start in darkness
brighten thru the day

ups and downs
a fact of life
taken all in stride

caring is so easy
giving also pleasing
looking outwards

feeling all their pain
comfort and appease them
lett go of the self

never  share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside

dare not to confide
mysteries that confuse
merely cause unease

only wishing they’d not asked
keep your thoughts confined

death awaits us all
patient and unassuming
dark before the light

death awaits us all
some may choose
not to wait

patient and unassuming
spirits of the night
floating orbs invite

dark before the light
lasting and forbidding
demon of the night

demon of the night
asks not for forgiveness – lures
with empty promise

lasting and forbidding
clinging to the fabric
tries to rip the soul

mending seems so futile
hopelessness a trend

dark before the light
demons sweeten my demise
cravings of an end

never  ever share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside

life
like a valley
night and day converge

darkness seems forever
climbing insurmountable

never ever share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside

praying lifts the soul
defying troubled times
builds protective shields

praying lifts the soul
demons kept at bay
harmless deep inside

defying troubled times
teasing Satan with his fire
smothering it with faith

builds protective shields
containing scents of weakness
fragrance of despair

writing keeps me sane
faith puts out the fires
praying is the same

never ever share
secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside

sudden disclosures
so misunderstood
alienate and scare

judge and jury
etched upon their faces

I shall never share
some secrets of the soul
hidden deep inside

some things
better left unsaid
only He can see

healing with His love
waiting for that moment

drying all my tears
opening my eyes – finally
see His blessed light

best to never share
secrets of the soul
unless through your prayers

© Tournesol’17/09/23

Daily moments ~ My grain simmers September 23/17 (Troiku + Senryu)

© CLR 2016

(Troiku)

Time lingers
Caterpillar crawl
My Head hurts

Time lingers
Thunderbolts in my head
Sunshine mocks me

Caterpillar crawl
Patiently waits
My heart quickens

My head hurts
Waiting for the storm to pass
A fog settles

(Senryu)

Finally relief
wraps me in a bed of comfort –
GrandMaman’s arms

GrandMaman’s arms
soothed me as a child
pacifier

pacifier
GrandMaman’s faith numbed my pain,
softened my sobs

Feel so giddy now
pain is just a memory
storm has come and gone

feeling silly
childlike
and free…

but oh, so tired
such power given
that inner storm.

Saturday ends
sun no longer mocks me
until dawn

until dawn
hoping for a peaceful night
rising to a fresh start

(c) Tournesol’17/09/23

enduring time (troibun)

Dungeon Prompt – No Matter Time nor Place

Which truth do you hold no matter the time nor place? This isn’t a prompt about whether you believe in God or not, or in science or not. This is a morality question. For example, most of us can say that we believe in the commandment, thou shalt not kill, regardless of religion, but would you be able to stick with that even while witnessing your mother or sister being raped? Would you feel that it was wrong if another person, in that kind of situation, killed an attacker to save someone else? So the question here is, which of your values do you hold so strongly that it wouldn’t matter the time or place? Explain.

Here is my response I have made into a haibun.

This will be a 2 part  response to the Dungeon’s  prompt. It was the only way I could be truthful to myself.

1- Which truth do I hold no matter the time nor place?

I still believe that God loves everyone no matter what they may have done. I think about really evil people who murder, rape and destroy families and communities and still I am sure God still loves them. Why? Because we learned as a young child, that God is perfect and God is love. I found that difficult to believe as a young child and yet now, I find that comforting to know that even if I behave like a total badass, God will forgive me even if I don’t.

I struggle with forgiving myself more than anyone even someone who has greatly hurt me. They say forgiving is letting go and so it is actually liberating to do so; and still, I struggle forgiving myself. That is probably another story or prompt…loving myself enough to forgive.

2- Which value or values still hold true no matter what?

I will not list the commandments but I know I have broken a lot of them…let’s see, swearing, yep…especially in French and Quebec French uses many religious words when swearing and they have a whole list to choose from compared to the English language, which basically uses mostly the F word. There are so many that they just roll off the tongue especially when driving and getting cut off, I may spew out three or four words in one shot…to give you an example translated word for word I might say “Tabernacle, chalice, host, pyx, sacrament.” Now doesn’t that sound silly? But said in French sounds very different.

This was the hard part of the prompt; I still believe killing is wrong yet, I struggle trying to imagine if my children or grandson’s lives depended on me killing another person, I think that is a no brainer. But is it killing if it is self-defence…defending the lives of innocent people? Still, taking another life even under that circumstance, must be a mix of relief for my loved ones, yet eerie feeling to take another life.

If someone had tortured, assaulted or killed my children, would I want to kill him or her? That I would hope I could let go and let God deal with that person. I hope I would not be the judge and crucifier. I don’t believe killing would relieve me for my loss. How could it? But in the heat of the moment would I react differently? Would you? Who knows really, in moments of crazed anguish.

And then there are those who kill for sport…

hunting season
ducks follow the leader
a killer sport

hunting season
killers toast their kill
trophies hang on walls

ducks follow the leader
if only they would stop
quacking

a killer sport
if the game feeds families
nature may forgive

©Tournesol’17/09/21

kindred spirits

© Clr’17

As children and teens they were very close sisters.  And then they grew up and life happened.   Now they are rebuilding anew since their mother passed filling the gap despite the physical distance between them.   Certainly, their mother has a hand in this…

on a park bench
a cool breeze kisses her face
last minute blossoms

a woman walks her dog
butterfly lands on her cheek

both women smile
knowingly
Mom’s paid a visit

©Tournesol’17/09/19

Haiku Horizons: Land

a moment of grace ( haibun ) – Daily Moments Sept 17/17

Parminder struggled thinking of her upcoming battle against the man who had  assaulted her. He was well known and a successful professional..  Parminder was a mere insect caught in the web of this vicious spider.  He was there to stomp on her to rid society of this nuisance.

She wept on the phone as she spilled her sadness and  anger to her friend. “I am only female!  I am a just an immigrant!  I am trash that society cannot even look at;  I disgust them.”

“Her friend listens.

“How can anyone amount to anything when she has been groomed in garbage since she was born?” She cries for the child who was abused since she was young.

Her friend waits until there is a pause, then responds.

“What about the flower that starts to grow from the bottom of a pond in the muck and rises above the muddy waters, blossoms into a magnificent lotus?  Did it not come from sludge? What about the beta fighter who thrives in mud puddles?  Is it not admired in Western worlds for its beauty and endurance?  The world does not always know where beautiful and resilient people come from.”

There is nothing more precious when two people sharing a moment of grace simultaneously.

butterfly flutters
fanning its wings on her hand,
my cheek tickles

©Tournesol’17/09/17

222 words

This is longer than the required 150 words at Heeding Haiku for Chèvrefeuille but it is a true story about despair and hope.  Also since it totaled 222 words and my mother’s numbers were 2 and she was born June 22nd, I knew I just had to share it.

Daily Moments September 17  2017  A moment of grace  Haibun

the other side of gloom (haibun)

 

Kim had moved to the big city seeking a better life; major changes are difficult especially in the beginning. She was well aware of that. She felt so isolated being away from family and friends. She was not accustomed to the standoffish air of some city folks making her transition even more challenging.

Up at dawn every morning on her way to work, she would drive by the lake greeted by the sun slowly rising over the lake. Each morning she felt blessed and encouraged, sensing the Great Spirit must be smiling at her.

new dawn beckons
blinding all despair
promises of hope

©Tournesol’17/09/14

Written for Heeding Haiku for Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

103 words

raindrops (squared tan renga)

Photo: Cheryl-Lynn Dec 2013, Montreal

three raindrops
a greeting card from heaven…
midsummer heat   © Issa

words laced together
angels delicate hands

clouds
move in tandem
clearing the sky

a million stars trail
glow of the milky way

©Tournesol’17/09/11

And here is the other haiku to create a Squared Tan Renga with:

© Clr’17

flying away
following the rainbow
into heaven   ©Chevreveuille

droplets on chrysanthemum
reflecting pastel colours

butterfly
tastes each moist
blossom

sparrows sing a chorus
lauding the universe

©Tournesol’17/09/11

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Raindrops

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

Words from such a talented poet…Wendell Brown; visit his blog to comment on this moving poem.

Where Words Daily Come Alive

Who will wipe away my many tears,
As for my dear love one I now weep
Who will be there to help me rest easy
While at night I try to fall fast asleep

Who will embrace me ever so tightly
Or who can ever take your place,
Who will say my name like you did
Placing a soft smile upon my face

Where are you now my sweet flower
When I need you most in my life
Where is the sound of your laughter
That always made each day so right

For my eyes grow tired from weeping
And my knees are weak from prayer
And I cannot let go of what I lost
When you were taken away from here

For every time the door bell rings
Or the telephone announces a call
I jump in expectation with a hope
That from my life you did not fall

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Daily Moments – September 10 2017 shade (troiku)

Since today is World Suicide Prevention Day, my writing today may attempt to spread this awareness.

sunflowers
swaying
posing like a star

sunflowers
casting shadows
shading old wounds

swaying
seeking the light
from dark places

posing like a star
yet, hangs on to dear life
falling leaves

©Tournesol’17/09/10

 

 

 

 

© Cheryl-Lynn R. ’16

Daily Moments – September 10 2017  shade  (troiku)

Haiku Horizons Prompt: Shade

on stubbornness (troiku)

(c) Clr’16

a troiku

you say black
forever trapped
dogged old ways

you say black
another may say white
same old debates

forever trapped
dead
before your time

dogged old ways
life’s diversity
lacking shades of grey

©Tournesol’17/09/10

Daily reflections on Stubbornness – September 9/17 (troiku)

Troiku’s a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

yesterday’s secrets (troiku)

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standing by her mate,
yesterday’s secrets scream
caked with Maybelline

standing by her mate
poised
submissive

yesterday’s secrets scream
not a soul can hear
driving her insane

caked with Maybelline
years of practice
hiding his fury

©Tournesol’17/09/09

Written for Haiku Horizons, Prompt is ”Cake”

A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

laughter (troiku)

© Caroline Michaud Photographe

long ago memories
lighthearted and free spirited
always made her smile

long ago memories
pretending to be so confident
trembling in her skin

lighthearted and free spirited
if only she’d caught this virus
life is beautiful

always made her smile
belly laughs
set her free

©Tournesol’17/09/07

Daily moments – laughing (troiku) September 7  2017

Daily Moments – September 6  2017  tropical casualties (Solo no renga)

 

earth wind and water
vying for control
egos sinking

man waits in a puddle
feeble solicitude

butterfly flutters
birds raise their nests
ants digging deeper

creation pleading
Mother Nature mourns

shedding
antiseptic tears
in prayer we wait

©Tournesol’17/09/06

Daily Moments – September 6  2017  tropical casualties (Solo no renga)

daily reflections – Irma vies for control (a cherita)

Waking up to a pounding headache, she slips back under her duvet pleading for slumber where pain is just a memory. Prayers answered she only awakens end of day and yet pounding persists. Amino acids and java finally acquiesce to her pleas; and then , she checks the news…bedlam in the tropics!

Mother Nature seems to be going through a new kind of neurosis. She worries for innocents having to uproot from their homes and friends far away, she prays for their safety. She remembers her very first soul mate from childhood up in the Keys…praying she is safe.

a cherita

swaddled in a pretense of safety

wrapped in a duvet
filled with impotence

anxiety burgeons
like a spring blossom
yet, autumn leaves begin to fall

 ©Tournesol’17/09/06

Daily reflections – September 6  2017 Irma vies for control (cherita)