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.

HAIKU by ANITA BACHA


Many thanks and heartfelt gratitude to Japan Society London for selecting my haiku poem as haiku of the week on 6 September 2022


Congratulations to all the other participants and find out more amazingly gorgeous haiku by clicking on the link below:

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

A few more haiku to welcome the month of September. Hope you enjoy them,my dear friends and readers:

Perpetual eve

Sunflower tints thwart the shore

Sky drapes in saffron

The sea pulls its waves 

Molten colors on pebbles

 What  a lovely dusk 

Birds fly far away 

Leaving a quill on the shore 

A poem starts here

Mind blowing  landscape 

Arousing expanse fondness 

Ink flows from my heart

Haunting prance of waves 

A blaze of rites and colors 

Nibbana on earth

Thank you for viewing and reading

Anita Bacha

Haiku Poems by 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.

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