What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet
William Shakespeare
Thank you for your visit
Happy Thursday, my dear friends
Anita Bacha

What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet
William Shakespeare
Thank you for your visit
Happy Thursday, my dear friends
Anita Bacha

white rose bud opens
fore the onset of winter
a prized dream fulfilled
anita bacha
Thank you for your visit, my dear friends and readers.

blue morning glory
blossoming delicately
outside my window
Anita Bacha
Sweet morning, my dear friends. Thank you for your visit.

Surya Namaskar
Sleek mountain bluebells bending
In morning prayer
Anita Bacha
Sweet morning, my dear friends
Thank you for your visit

Transience of beauty,
Glossy blossoms writhe and fall,
In a matter of time;
Summer flows in my garden,
Perky buds open their folds.

Anita Bacha.
Good morning,my dear friends and readers.
Thank you for viewing and reading.
The rose has fallen,
On the stem, a bud opens,
A new phase of life,
On a bed of thorns, she thrives,
Bleeding words of innocence.
Anita Bacha

in the summer heat
blue wisteria blazing
over garden wall
— Anita Bacha, Mauritius
— Read on scarletdragonflyjournal.wordpress.com/2022/06/24/in-the-summer-heat/
Many thanks to lovely Editor Kathleen Trocmet for featuring my haiku poem in the June 2022 issue of Scarlet Dragonfly Journal.
Congrats to all the featured poets.
Anita Bacha
Many thanks to Japan Society London for selecting my poem as Haiku of the Week on June 22 2022.

Dear friends and readers,
Find out more selected haiku poems from other haiku poets at
japansociety.org.uk/haiku-corner
Sharing a few other haiku poems with you here. Trust you will find pleasure in reading them. As the Master of Haiku, Matsuo Bashō reflects-
“Reading haiku is as much an art as writing it. The reader needs to pause and listen to the silences, to feel the spaces between the words and to journey into the depth of many multi-colored words.“
Strolling down the beach
The smell of seaweeds throw back
Heartache memories

One yellow blossom
Midst of golden barley field
A poem is born

Sweet white peonies
Your scent on my pillows
Nights without days

June wheat fields are gold
Basketfuls of freshly baked
Bread in every home

That’s about all for today, dear friends. Thank you for reading. Happy Friday. Blissful end of the week.
Anita Bacha.

© Yogamy Ferreras-Farley, Hibiscus, 2019 Red hibiscus bloomsPalm trees sun-kissed catch the breezeWaves crash on the shore Braced by tidal …
Spotlight Poetry – Haiku – Red Hibiscus Blooms – A Poem by Anita Bacha and Goff James
On the wings of dawn
Pretty sunflowers unfold
Summer morn kudos

Intertwined fingers
Summer floral parasol
Ethereal moments

In the summer heat
Butterfly sits on best loved
Garden cone flower

Tropical sunshine
Flit butterfly can’t resist
Kissing orange bloom

In the summer heat
Blue wisteria blazing
Over garden wall

Opalescent beads
Last night showers on her folds
Yellow hibiscus

Many more flowers and haikus to come, my dear friends and readers. Enjoy these for the moment, brought to you with love.
Anita Bacha