Autumn symphony
A soft breeze ruffles my hair
Music’s in the air
Viridescent leaves turn red
One by one they are falling

Thank you for viewing and reading.
Anita Bacha
Autumn symphony
A soft breeze ruffles my hair
Music’s in the air
Viridescent leaves turn red
One by one they are falling

Thank you for viewing and reading.
Anita Bacha
Early morning dew
Condensing on single grass blade
Garden gleams with grace

A haiku poem inspired by Goff James Poem Autumn’s Fields Down Chilled
Thank you for reading, my dear friends.
Happy Sunday.
Anita Bacha
On flooded rice fields,
The rhythm of the falling rain,
An ode to monsoon;
Children splash in soiled puddle,
Green frogs musically croak.

Good morning and happy Monday,my dear friends!
Happy Reading.
Anita Bacha
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.
Tailspin autumn wind,
Dry leaves crush under my boots,
Spring is far away,
Olive trees in full blossom,
Pedicured feet in flip flops.
Artwork Olive Trees – Season Autumn Spring -André Claude Monet, 1884.

Dear friends and readers,
This is my first tanka poem. I hope that you enjoy it.
What is a tanka poem? One may ask.Is it similar to the haiku poem ?
A tanka or short poem originates in Japan just like the haiku poem.It is a free verse, 31 syllables poem written in five lines. The basic structure of the tanka is 5-7-5-7-7, whereas the haiku consists of three lines and 17 syllables in a 5-7-5 format.
Furthermore, the third line shifts from the imagery in the beginning lines to a reflective metaphor in the closing lines
Many more tanka poems to come for your eyes only.
Thank you for reading.
Anita Bacha.
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

© Pamela Gatens, Summer Sun Spots, 2019 ☀️ Hues of midday sun🔥 Flaming burnt orange roses💙 Cerulean sky☀️ Wonder golden crowned🔥 Silence furnaced …
Poetry – Hues of Midday Sun – An Emojiku Poem by Anita Bacha and Goff James.

© Maha Rukab, Seasons and Purposes, 1999 🍂 Between yellow leaves🥀 Withering red rose petals📖 Crumbled poetry book.🍂 Autumns’s hues embraced🥀 The…
Poetry – Between Yellow Leaves – An Emojiku Poem by Anita Bacha, Cindy Georgakas and Goff James
Every moment is a day
Every day is a moment
Life brings joy et al
and its share of downfall
Life is empty
without its spontaneity
As we grow old
our perspectives evolve
Autumn’s rose petals fall
for spring buds to sprout
Life doesn’t mean to possess
life means to let go
Why ask the rose?
From the bud to the sparkling full bloom
From the full bloom to the withering rose, the rose tells her story
Each stage of our life has a story to tell similar to the rose
Fervor of first kiss
Innocent as a mistake
Blush of a pink rose

Ardor of first crush
Burning fire rising to flame
Whiff of a red rose

A single pink rose
In my lone winter garden
Rich with love fragrance

Wanting to flower
Like the morning rose
Living life anew

A burnt orange rose
Pressed between crumbling pages
Old relationship

Cyclone aftermath
Inundated flower beds
Petals soak in tears

Cyclone is blowing
Roses lamentably fall
Colored waterfalls

Thank you for viewing and for reading, my dear friends and readers!
Anita Bacha.
The whiff of jasmines
A silk night dress on my bed –
Wedding memories

A bitter cold wind
Swept all the blossoms away –
Spring unfurls new buds

We love each other
Every season of the year –
In spring our hearts bloom

It seems kind of strange
That the flowers of today
Will die tomorrow

Potten or garden
Geraniums demand sunshine-
The beauties of spring

A blue sakura
Blossom in a pink bouquet-
Glistens in the night

In traditional Japanese poetry a kigo is a word associated with a season. Nowadays poets mostly outside Japan do not use a kigo as a must when writing haiku poetry. I think that a kigo adds a streak of romanticism in haiku poems for the simple reason that we and our moods are ruled by seasons.
Happy Spring to all!
Stay safe!
Anita Bacha