Storm is blowing
Rose petals soft as tears
Lamentably
Fall and scatter around
Graffiti in my braids

Happy Thursday,My Friends
Anita Bacha
Storm is blowing
Rose petals soft as tears
Lamentably
Fall and scatter around
Graffiti in my braids

Happy Thursday,My Friends
Anita Bacha
pristine pink rosebud
sparkling with evening dewdrops
flaunts a waxing moon
Anita Bacha
Good morning my dear friends!
Thank you for your visit!

morning aurora
filled with
rose pheromone
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends. Thank you for being there.
image source internet, haiku cc anita bacha 2023

Afternoon drizzle
Drops of rain from the tree leaves
Slake the thirsty rose
Anita Bacha
Thank you for reading, my dear friends.
Above haiku poem is an excerpt from Pink Moon – An Anthology of Haiku Poems, my debut haiku collection (2022).
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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

Many thanks to the editor, Kathleen Trocmet and to Scarlet Dragonfly Journal for selecting my haiku and for the feature in the December issue of their esteemed journal.
Drawn by her sweet scent
I stare with verve at a rose
On a hearth of leaves
Anita Bacha

Congratulations to the other featured poets.

Intensely perfumed
Queen of Arabian nights
Silken petals rose
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends.
Transiting at Dubai on my way home, a heavenly bouquet of damask roses in my hotel room knocked me off my feet. Crazy,I am bringing to you a redolence damask rose.
Anita Bacha

Winter morning blues
Open balcony
Floating scent of rose
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends.
Happy start of the week

dew’s still on the rose
i have lost and found myself
in a feast of blooms
Anita Bacha
Thank you for your visit, my dear friends.

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
