What’s in a name
That which we call a rose
By any other name
Would smell as sweet
What’s in a name
That which we call a prose
By any other name
Would reach you my rose

Today’s close bud
Tomorrow’s full bloom
Delicate rose

In the green prairie
Tune of solo flutist
Awakens the rose

Against all the odds
She opens her sleek petals
Bruised but still alive

After heavy rains
Petals of cute rose unfolds
Pride of my garden

In the cold winter
A rose frozen under ice
Waits for spring to break

Hi friends and readers
I wish the gorgeous roses that are smiling at you were literally from my garden
They are the beauties floating on the Internet that inspire my pen to water my blank parchment with the ink of my eyes.
I hope you read and enjoyed my first collection of haiku poems
If you haven’t yet please visit the link below
Thank you
Anita Bacha