winterizing (troiku)

© Cheryl-Lynn R. '15

© Cheryl-Lynn R. ’15


trees shedding tippets
crackling spread underfoot
adorn the ground

trees shedding tippets
turning in
season’s long sleep

crackling spread underfoot
awaits winter’s white blanket
foliaged berth

adorn the ground
making way for winter,
different shades of brown

© Tournesol ’15

Haiku Horizons prompt “ground”

bare beauty (haibun)


/© Clr ’15/07/25

Summer visits on these sacred grounds, loving friends and families rest in peace.  Weeping willows adorn the gardens  among the birch and evergreens like special spices turn her grandmother’s  turkey stuffing outstanding.

© Clr'15© Clr’15

Today she visits her mother’s place of rest setting a poinsettia at the grave site.  December 2nd will be one year since she left to join her step-father. Now they rest together, resuming their love story of yesteryear.  The bare weeping willows and birch stand silent in respect for those who rest.  The sun sets as she chants her mantra softly.

© Clr'15

© Clr’15

wispy willow weeps,
autumn sheds its leaves- yet,
naked beauty

© Tournesol’15

lumière blanche (haibun)

They kneel around his bed whispering their prayers. Seven children and the youngest seventeen holding back his tears, showing a brave face.  The golden spaniel whimpers on the floor.  His wife holds ice chips to his lips.  Propped up with pillows, facecloth on his forehead, he looks at his loved ones, he smiles and sighs, “La lumière blanche…que c’est beau!”

flying deer
trailing a white light
look of wonder

look of wonder
embracing grace
heaven awaits

© Tournesol ’15/11/28

unfound truths (haiku)

[…] “Paradox is the life of haiku, for in each verse some particular thing is seen, and at the same time, without loss of its individuality and separateness, its distinctive difference from all other things, it is seen as a no-thing, as all things, as an all-thing.” […] (Chèvrefeuille) Carpe Diem Technical Writing – Paradox

Seeking  truths
here and everywhere
blinded by tales


pivotal escapes,
search for  dreams high and low
caught in realities

© Tournesol ’15/11/26

Beaver Full Moon (Haibun)


© Clr’15/11/24 Beaver Full Moon



Walking home late a night one would think she should be frightened.  But not tonight with the light of that bright moon.  The moon was almost full under a clear sky.   Tomorrow it will a perfect circle but she didn’t take a chance. “What if it rains? What if the sky is filled with snow clouds?”  No, she would not take a chance and tries to capture the greatness of this moon.  The air is cooler than the past few weeks and it smells  like snow should be coming very soon. Yes, at minus 4C the next precipitations would surely snow.

She removes her leather gloves to manipulate her smart phone to take the photo.  It is nippy and she can see her breath blow white smoke.   On this long dark street filled with old warehouses of the 1940’s slowly transforming into funky lofts.

November full moon was called Full Beaver Moon or Full Frost Moon since it was a time when Native Americans would set  their traps before the swamps froze. (Farmer’s Almanac)

Click…and off she continues on her journey home.  Seconds before arriving, she notices her shadow in front of her was a fatter version of her, to her right was a paler shorter shadow and to her left a tall stretched out version of her. No, she has no reason to be scared on her walks home…she definitely has plenty of company.


Setting up traps
before water freezes over
Beaver Full Moon

Beaver Full Moon
accompanies her home
lights up her path

© Tournesol’15/11/24

Beethoven-Moonlight Sonata (Mvt. 1)

That first snowflake (haibun)

Inspired by Ese’s haiku as well as her beautiful introduction of who she is, a haiku poetess. Here is a description she shared about herself:


that every journey begins with a single step, laughter really is contagious and family isn’t a word but a sentence;
that there are no better antiques than old friends;
in a difficult climb to earn the view from the top of the mountain;
that when I am good I am very good, but somehow I seem to be better when I am bad;
in „The God Of Small Things”, „The Kite Runner” , „My Poor Marat” and „The Prophet” as much as I believe in „The Little Prince”;
in coffee, green tea, caramel ice-cream and crème brûlée;
in Indian summer, winter twilight and pouring rain;
that rugby is like war – easy to start, difficult to stop and impossible to forget;
in music of different forms, colors, tongues and rhythms;
that it takes two to tango…

I am a Believer.

I think our days would be more meaningful if everyone believed in something. Either yourself, a flight to the Moon or simply tomorrow. Viva La Vida!

Such wonderful words, such a wonderful poem … that’s who Ese is … a Believer …

After closing her WP weblog she started a new weblog on Tumblr (also called “Ese’s Voice”) and that’s the place where she often posts new haiku or re-blogs haiku from other wonderful haiku poets.

Here is her haiku that has inspired my haibun:

the dance of a falling leaf
with a snowflake

© Ese



The first snowfall allows everyone to become a child again. And why not? As a child, you don’t worry about slippery roads or traffic jams.  A child sees that moment…feeling it, smelling it and hearing it.  Yes, one does hear the snow fall. Just listen carefully in the nighttime when all is totally still and sounds of the weight of all those snowflakes falling…not tinkles like that of rain but sounds of ten thousands marching ants …an ever so faint echo.

A child can close her eyes and imagines skating on a pond, under a clear sky; she’s a ballerina on ice. She dreams she is fast, strong yet elegant. Snow falls gently on the pond but not enough to hide the lines cut on the surface of the ice from the sharp blades of her skates, as she dances on the ice and pirouettes like une danseuse of the Nutcracker Prince.

that first snowflake
like a child, she squeals with joy
melts on her tongue

melts on her tongue
inevitably, another snowflake
on her nose

© Tournesol ’15/11/24

Sunday’s Concert (haibun)

Our host, Chèvrefeuille, at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai explains that “Tengri” means ‘sky worship’;  haiku is part of Tengrism … look around you …. see the signs of nature and read them … just read them.



© Cheryl-Lynn ’15/11/22

On her walk Sunday, she was attracted by the sounds of hundreds of birds chirping in several trees. Her head up she sees flocks of birds flying south.  What were these birds doing in the trees. It was nippy that day as well with very cool winds. She regretted not having brought an extra sweater to put under her spring coat, better still, her winter coat would have been a much wiser choice.

So many birds were flying past this tree filled with birds.  “Perhaps they are resting before flying further south,” she thought.  She stopped to take in the concert and listen to the birds harmonize. Such wonder to stop for a moment and breathe in nature’s richness, even in a big city!

A collective
birds plan their long journey
gathered together

gathered together
sort out their pecking orders,
sing in harmony

sing in harmony
she listens with reverence,
nature’s grace

© Tournesol ’15/11/24

baies de genévrier (juniper berries)

gibier d’automne
recettes de Grandmaman, 
baies de genévrier

baies de genévrier
assurent une meilleure digestion,
une bonne haleine

 une bonne haleine
les baies de genévrier dotent
des bisous sensuels

des bisous sensuels –
s’effondre dans ses bras
quel long soupir!

© Tournesol’15


autumn wild game
Grandmother’s recipes
juniper berries

juniper berries
insure better digestion
freshens breath

freshens breath
juniper berries rouse
sultry kisses

sultry kisses,
collapses in his arms
that long sigh

© Tournesol ’15