Midnight in Florence – A haiku poem by Anita Bacha

Midnight in Florence

Awed by the wondrous beauty

A moment in time

Anita Bacha

Thank you for your visit,my dear friends.

Happy weekend!

Picture of the Fountain of Neptune clicked by me at the Piazza Delia Signoria,Florence,Italy .cc.2022.

Autumnal Twilight -A haiku poem by Anita Bacha

Autumnal twilight 

Hinged by stupendous beauty 

Like a bird in the sky

Anita Bacha

Thank you for your visit, my dear friends. I hope you are enjoying my Autumn haiku poems. I seize the opportunity to thank the Japan Society London for selecting and featuring my haiku MID OCTOBER in their week 40 issue.

https://www.japansociety.org.uk/haiku-corner

Congrats to all the other featured poets.

Haiku ccAnita Bacha 2022 . Picture source internet.

Breathless – A haiku poem by Anita Bacha


Gazing in wonder

Beauty of autumnal face 

Thus, leaves me breathless


There’s music in haiku poetry. I am inspired to compose and to write today’s haiku by listening to the breathless veena recital of 

Shankar Mahadevan whilst gazing at the beauty of autumn’s changing of colors.

Enjoy,my dear friends.

Anita Bacha

Flowering

The flower doesn’t dream of the 🐝

It blossoms and the 🐝 comes

– Rumi

Quote of Rumi

Photo credit: Anita Bacha

These pictures were clicked by me last July at Borehamwood in England.

The A1 shooting group in Borehamwood is a family-run clay target shooting facility offering English Sporting, Olympic Trap and Helice.

Every summer, I visit the shooting ground with my family for the pleasure of holding a shotgun, and to enjoy a walk in the countryside.

I was happily surprised to find bumblebees in a bush on a sidewalk.

I stopped with my IPhone and caught some beautiful pictures of bumblebees romancing with flowers, undisturbed by the deafening sound of shooting. They were peaceful and happy, totally ignorant of the world around them.

The flowers, I observed, were not budding, new blooms or half blooms or full blossoms for that matter but withering flowers, some had lost their petals and others were dying.

Yet, see the magic of Nature, bumblebees were swarming around them, thirsting for their nectar.

Probably Nature wants to teach us a lesson, I thought, about women.

A woman, like a flower, never aged.

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