girl on a swing (haibun)

Emily eats her  cookie on the swing  in back of the cottage surrounded by rose bushes, plum trees, a cherry tree and several milkweeds. She loves how the grass is tall  and she can crawl on her tummy and pretend she’s in the jungle. The grasshoppers often play dead on a blade of grass and she can outstare any bug and make it jump away.

The blossoms sure looked pretty, she thought as she passed a fallen petal gently on her cheek; it felt like Mommy’s silk scarf.

 

http://www.emagazine.com/earth-talk/monarch-butterflies-in-sharp-decline

child seeks a challenge
caterpillar stares her way
on the milkweed

(c) Tournesol’16-05-06

Written for The Carrot Ranch in 99 words, no more, no less.

Wings of love (Troiku)

The challenge here is to write a troiku using a haiku, Chèvrefeuille has chosen for us written by Basho.

butterflies and birds
restlessly they rise up
a cloud of flowers

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

butterflies and birds
wrestle cozy idleness – or,
nature’s bounty

restlessly they rise up
unfurled wings rousing wafts,
filled with grace

a cloud of flowers
beckon to be suckled
swell of sweet nectar

© Tournesol ’15

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu – Troiku

bashful autumn (028 doh – thirty days of September)

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suckling sweet nectar
enters autumn like a snail –
bees and butterflies

© Tournesol ’15

028 – doh -thirty days of haiga September 28 – pine cricket an early autumn kigo 

with Rick Daddario

butterfly wing (haibun)

Butterfly tear by Scorpiutza Watch Traditional Art / Drawings / Other©2009-2015 Scorpiutza (Deviantart)

She looked out to the river. The rumbling rapids helped to quiet her pulse. She sat crossed legged on the flat stones and gave a child’s bucket to her grandson to fill  and water the lilies on the shore. Back and forth he repeated the dunking; sauntering to the shore, splashing water on the bed of lilies. Suddenly, the little guy asked , “Why are you crying, Nana?” He pointed to a teardrop slipping down her cheek. She looked stunned, having been in another world for a few seconds, “Oh, I’m not crying, sweetheart, I was daydreaming about butterflies.”

Butterfly wings
 caress her cheek
banished tear

© Tournesol’15

Carpe Diem “butterflies”