Black crow high in sky
Entreats the arcane cosmos
For a rosy flight
Anita Bacha
Photo source my own clicked at Panaji ,Dona Paula,Goa.
Thank you for traveling with me,my dear friends.

Black crow high in sky
Entreats the arcane cosmos
For a rosy flight
Anita Bacha
Photo source my own clicked at Panaji ,Dona Paula,Goa.
Thank you for traveling with me,my dear friends.

Frozen rose garden
Silent miles of snow whitens
Days without evenings
Anita Bacha
Decades ago, a young woman arrived in England to pursue academic and professional studies. She came from a tropical island in the Indian Ocean where the sun shines all through the two tropical seasons, summer and winter.
A white cotton ball fell on the tip of her nose ,one December morning while she hurried to Earl’s Court tube station on her way to Lincoln’s Inn at Chancery Lane.
That first ball was followed by uncontrollable number of snow flakes. She cried with joy!That young woman was me.
It was the first time I saw snow in my life!
Now I enjoy writing about snow and winter.

I hope you enjoy my winter haiku, my dear friends.
Happy Holidays!
Anita Bacha
Morning frozen sun
Winter cherry blossom trees
Wrapped up in snow coats.
Anita Bacha

Good morning, my dear friends!
Thank you so much for viewing and reading.
Winter morning blues
Open balcony
Floating scent of rose
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends.
Happy start of the week

Perpetual eve
Sunflower tints thwart the shore
Sky drapes in saffron
Anita Bacha
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Thrilled to have my haiku selected and featured in week 47 issue of JSHaikuCorner –
early morning mist
lifting from the green prairie
unveils lovely day
Congrats to all the other writers and poets
https://www.japansociety.org.uk/?pg=haiku-corner#a

Walking down the street,
A rare beauty holds my breath –
Blue orchids in bloom.
Anita Bacha
Photo my own clicked at Santa Paulo, Goa
Why haiku, my dear friends and readers?
Traditional and structured, this short form of Japanese poetry is well-known for its rule of 5/7/5: five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five again in the third. Haikus are known for their ability to paint a vivid picture in just a few words. A practice of artistic discipline, their minimal nature forces writers to pare down to only the essentials—making each word, or even syllable, count.
“The Old Pond” by Matsuo Bashō
An old silent pond
A frog jumps into the pond—
Splash! Silence again.
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rising sun at dawn
awakening of the soul
a moment in time
Anita Bacha
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transience of beauty
glossy blossoms writhe and fall
in a matter of time
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends. Thank you for your visit.

night’s alluring gems
I find a will of the wisp
in the midst of space
Anita Bacha
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