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winter’s grace (haibun)


It rained all day and night last weekend. She thought it might just be a brief break in the season. The following day temperatures dropped so much the shiny streets turn white with frost. Whatever reason Mother Nature may give for these changes in the weather, winter is still here to stay…for a while, that is.

© Clr'16
© Clr’16

forgiving nature
winter repents
graced with beauty

© Tournesol’16/01/14

the annunciation (troiku)

At the Secret Keeper, the weekly writing prompts are the following words:

WAIT | MEET | TEAR | ACCEPT | CEASE | which you can write various forms of poetry or flash fiction 300 to 500 words.

 I decided to write a Troiku (a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, one of my favourite waka forms.

The annunciation

© CLR 2016
© CLR 2016


last Christmas Eve
it waits upon a crooked fence
a crow eyes its prey

last Christmas Eve
dark skies meet a mother’s grief
crushed – she must accept

waiting on the crooked fence
a mother’s relentless tears
will never cease

a crow eyes its prey
poor pinky* squeals for mercy
mother’s howl of woe

© Tournesol ’16/01/04

*pinky = baby mouse

flawless (haibun)

Looking out the window, she takes note at this part of winter she enjoys so much. Sitting comfortably in the warmth of her home, her furry friend sits by her side, content her mistress is home today.

She sees a car drive by covered in snow and only a small circle in the windshield brushed off to see. She sighs. She had strict rules about driving in winter and always took extra time to scrap the snow off all the windows of her car. “One less thing to worry about, now” she thought to herself, since she no longer had a car. No more stressing to get anywhere that public transit or a taxi couldn`t do just as well and safely.

white downy snow
flawless –
adorns the land

© Tournesol ’15/12/29

The Secret Keeper Prompt: PART | STONE | FLAW | STRICT | NOTE |

Trauma (haiku)

leans her weary head,
hair is stroked for comfort
on her mama’s chest

wicked images flash
every space inside her brain
melts into her soul

© Tournesol ’15/12/22

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