gushing beauty
peonies hang lavishly
that time of year
©Tournesol’16/06/15
Daily Moments – June 15 ,2016 times of beauty (haiku)
Haiku Horizons `time`
It seems to be about the same time each year those lavish peonies show off their stuff. Looking through an old poem, June 10th last year I wrote Heavy Blossoms.
vinyl whirling
echoes of Aretha
comin home
vinyl whirling
Motown of the sixties
melting the heart
echoes of Aretha
like honey to bees
sweetening the soul
coming home
under her spell,
links to my youth
© Touronesol ‘18/08/16
“I Say A Little Prayer”
I run for the bus, dear
While riding I think of us, dear
I say a little prayer for you
At work I just take time
And all through my coffee break time
I say a little prayer for you
Forever and ever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever we never will part
Oh, how I’ll love you
Together, forever, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me
I say a little prayer for you
I say a little prayer for you
My darling, believe me
(Believe me)
For me there is no one but you
Please love me too
(Answer my prayer)
And I’m in love with you
(Answer my prayer)
Answer my prayer now, babe
(Answer my prayer)
Forever and ever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever we never will part
Oh, how I’ll love you
Together, forever, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me
© Clr ’15
Nature’s meeting
Sun dips slowly
Meeting morning
On the other side
© Tournesol ’18-08-03
Celebrating on Corn Beads by Christine Sioui Wawanoloath, winning artwork under the Celebrating First Nations category of the National Aboriginal Day Poster Competition. http://publications.gc.ca/collections/Collection/R32-179-2000E.pdf
In honour of National Aboriginal Day – June 21 2018
BEATING TO THE DRUMS ( A TROIKU)
moved
by the flames
heart of a nation
moved
stories retold
by their elders
by the flames
dancing ‘round the campfire
echoes of their songs
heart of a nation
beating
to the drums
©Tournesol ’18/06/21
Tournesol is my nom de plume – Cheryl-Lynn Roberts
Nature’s friend
Savouring fragrance and calm
On a blossom
An interlude
Away from the cacophony
© Tournesol’18/06/10
Written for HaikuHorizons’ prompt: friend & load
With mute compassion
Listens to her unburden
Defines a friend
With mute compassion
In the name of the Father
Hears our confessions
Listens to her unburden
Embracing her in her arms
Whispering, “There, there.”
Defines a friend
intrinsically
Knows when she hurts
© Tournesol ‘18/06/10
https://haikuhorizons.wordpress.com/2018/06/10/haiku-horizons-prompt-load/
Dear Emma,
It is 7:20 AM and I am waiting at the airport. Of course I got here 2 hours ago. I know, I know, I get here way too early but I probably saved $10.00 in taxi fare due to no traffic at 5:00 AM, it gave me time to have a nice breakfast (Fritatta and fresh fruit) and of course I brought my coffee a blend of decaf and espresso. So getting here that early, I can do my thing before going through security since I cannot bring my coffee (liquids).I brought a small water bottle this time so if I get stuck at security and notice there is a bit left, I can chug it down so they don’t confiscate another water bottle! [Do I sound still bitter from my March trip? Well, I am!]
The ride here was amazing…the moon looked so full and it was still very bright at 5AM! I tried to catch a photo but it did not do it justice so just imagine a pale blue and pink sky and a pale round moon with splotches of grey.
I am headed West and apparently it is almost 10 degrees cooler! Who would have guessed. As we say here in Québec, “C’est le monde viré en enver”. In San Diego, forecasting 16C and 24C in Montreal…weird!
I have not slept all night as I started packing at 10pm. And of course I packed and unpacked 3 times to make sure I was bringing ONLY what I needed. I had started out packing my new capri pants but with the weather that cool, may as well stick to jeans, leggings and long skirt.
Poor Bette knew I was leaving…I had set out 5 bowls of food in a larger bowl with water to prevent ants from climbing in. Water bowls placed here and there and two fans in the dining room and living room to circulate the air. I had reserved the taxi at 4am, so I could sit with my cuppa and comb Bette, then pet her over and over and over. She soaked it all up since she knows I will be leaving. I did feel a bit guilty but fortunately, my son will be passing by almost every day. He teaches 5 minutes form my home, so Bette should be thrilled since she does prefer men!
I look forward to my trip this year…relaxing, spiritual and peaceful. Hopefully being by the ocean, will reenergize me for six weeks until my next vacation.
Checking a list
Making sure to bring
Necessities
Check, check and double check
Just bordering O.C.D.
Emerald eyes
Study with scrutiny
Pleading not to leave
© Tournesol ‘18/05/29
Winter’s litter
washed away
yesterday’s rain
yesterday’s rain
softens grounds for planting
tomorrow’s harvest
(c) Tournesol ‘18/05/20
Daily reflections. May 20/18
under the sun
gulping radiant beams
burgeoning tulips
©Tournesol’18/05/10
Every year it is the same feeling. Some years that mood may last longer or shorter but still it presents itself the same way. It started as a child and grew more intense and “real” when she was a young adult. Something about springtime reminds her of a saying she told a bunch of girlfriends from the CLSC in Richelieu at la cabane à sucre in Saint Grégroire, “Ah le temps est trop beau pour retourner au travail cette après-midi. Il me semble que j’aurais le gout de partir dans le bois avec le mari d’un autre.” And they laughed at the silliness and giddy with spring fever. At 30 something they felt like teenagers again.
And today as she smells the warm spring air and the rich scents of the earth, even in her sixties, she still feels a flutter in her chest.
Spring moves in
rousing dormant desires
naughty but nice
not akin
to le mois de Marie
©Tournesol`18/05/03
Written for Haiku Horizons and the prompt is “move”
Photo credits Google Image
Translation:
Cabane à sucre: Sugaring off Cabin
“Ah le temps est trop beau pour retourner au travail cette après-midi. Il me semble que j’aurais le gout de partir dans le bois avec le mari d’un autre.”Ah, the day is too beautiful to return to work this afternoon. I get the feeling I might want to take off in the woods with a married man.
le mois de Marie – month of Mary which is the month of May some Catholics still go to church every day to recite the rosary together.
©Clr’18
by the frozen river
the beaver waits patiently
under woodchips
©Tournesol’18/01/28
Haiku Horizon : chip
Tournesol dans un Jardin 