mystère matinale / morning mystery (haiku)

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Amaryllis in Bermuda/ Artist: Mae Roberts Giroux, Oakville, Ontario

The theme today at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is ‘shifted flowers’ and the painting I have chosen is an abstract oil painting my aunt did from a photo she took.  She said one morning she walked out onto the garden and was mesmerized with such beautiful colours.

jardin du matin
à la suite d’un ciel étoilé
éclat de nuances

morning garden
morning after starlit sky
burst of shades



life happens (haibun)

At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, our host givs us two images of “fractal art” and explains it here:



This image spoke to her with mute passion. Each colour and curve follows a perfectly planned sequence. Memories of stories her grandmother, a mid-wife came to mind. Grand-Maman was led by her compassion and her faith…life happens.

swimming in circles
iridescent embryo
symmetry of life



Daily Moments – August 20/17, return of my blue butterfly (troibun)

blue butterflies
even cicada are silent
divine messengers

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My readers may remember my sharing, the spring, summer and fall after my mother passed, I kept seeing blue butterflies from May  to early November. For some reason, I felt she was hanging around for a while until I was ready. I kept looking for those blue butterflies last year and this year but to no avail until this afternoon.

Walking home I took a different path and I was rewarded for my choice.  Grasshoppers jumped at my feet before moving on to the grassland; bees absorbed solely by sweet nectar and so many to choose from! And then I saw one, two and so many more for the first time in two years…

if blue butterflies
even the cicada would silence
could only sing

if blue butterflies
were really messengers
living in heaven

even the cicada would silence
cardinal croons cheerfully
mid-day serenade

living in heaven
once in perfect harmony
demons and angels


Daily Moments – August 20/17, return of my blue butterfly 








whitecaps – troiku

©Clr’17  Lake Erie – Port Burrell, On.



puffs of crinolines
rolling onto sandy shore
boisterous applause

puffs of crinolines
petticoats dancing
nautical performance

rolling onto sandy shore
foaming with a purpose

boisterous applause
day’s end in exaltation
seagulls praise


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

Written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

Inspired by this photo at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie


lazy season (troiku)


Departure #23

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

Lazy season (troiku)

call to task
mid-summer harvest
suckling nectar

call to task
butterflies and bees
floating in sweetness

mid-summer harvest
making ready for,
season’s long sleep

suckling nectar
tirelessly collecting
honey’s essentials


Written for August Retreat at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – theme is “Departure”


raspberry fields (troiku)



children giggling
straw hats in open fields
raspberry smiles

children giggling
one for the basket
and two for me

straw hats in open fields
intent concentration
hovered over bushes

raspberry smiles
a mother’s favourite perfume
sweat mixed with sweetness


CarpeDiem Haiku Kai

Daily Moments    reflections in the dark  July 15 2017

At Virtual Haiku on Facebook, we are asked to write a haiku to the photo shown This inspired me to write several and so I decided to use one of my photos and add the haiku and one tanks below. Also the prompt at HaikuHorizons this week is also dark.


stored in dark corners

dusk revealing
untold secrets
another time

twilight mysteries
alluring and entertaining
hoot of an owl

embrace your fears
attune to uncertainty
insights may appear

childhood secrets
hiding in the dark – away,
from their happy place
carved into the crevices
of their soul

©Tournesol ’17/07/15

Daily Moments    reflections in the dark  July 15 2017

An open vessel waiting (haibun)

For years she prided herself with reading and watching the news all over the world. Then, 9/11 happened. It felt just too close to home. How could she continue practicing her profession and remaining genuine in her words and in her voice if she was, herself, alarmed at times?

And so she cut out many forms of media only limiting news when she sought it in cyberspace. This way she could make more room for her mind to think rather than be drawn into areas not of her choice.

Television was then cut out altogether and and writing emptied her mind of distracting thoughts until she learned to pray and meditate. Chanting her mantra allowed her to shut out distracting thoughts…travelling more alone…walks in nature alone…allowed her to take those first baby steps into “being”. She felt less alone in her solitude than in crowds of people. Now if only, she could sing as beautifully as those angelic youthful voices in a choir…

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at the water’s edge
echoes of drumming
the river roars
voice turns to honey
chanting Lokah Samasta

daunting rapids
striking yet unassuming
splashing rocks
humming with every ripple
immersing feet with humility

the mind
lights up at any age
like an old well
clearing waterways
pouring life into the source




Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – “The Songs of Milarepa” (3) The Shepherd

the river mourns (troibun)


She gifted me on her very own birthday! Giving me a perfect day, sunshine and precious company, what better way to end it with this new tradition…

by the rapids
beating to a yearning heart
the river roars

by the rapids
waves pouring stories
dancing eagerly

beating to a yearning heart
embracing and comforting
Mother Nature knows

the river roars
rumbling outbursts
calming release

Daily Moments June 22/17 the river mourns