borrowing sleep
from the scarecrow’s sleeves
midnight frost (Basho)
old man feeds the potbelly stove
sun slowly breaking darkness
© Tournesol ’15
Our host completes Basho’s haiku here:
borrowing sleep
from the scarecrow’s sleeves
midnight frost (Basho)
the abandoned little girl
left alone without grief (Chèvrefeuille)
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
And the cycle of life – of emotions and of routines – goes on… there’s hope around.
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Yes there is hope in “routines” isn’t there?
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