Footsteps – Tanka – A Poem by Anita Bacha

Autumn walk

Sound of footsteps 

Crunching leaves 

Echo loudly 

In the stillness 

Anita Bacha

Footsteps is the prompt of #TankaSocietyofAmerica for this week #TankaThursday and #TankaPoem

I was walking to the bakery to buy bread for breakfast and was deep in thought.Suddenly I heard the sound of my footsteps crunching fallen brown leaves 🍂. Simultaneously my Apple in my jacket pocket notified me of the above prompt.

I immediately jot down the above short piece on my iPhone and posted it as quick as lightning ⚡️

My feelings when I did so were ‘ I was living the peace and quietness of an Autumn walk away from the maddening crowds interrupted unduly by my boots, fallen leaves and my iPhone.

Thank you for reading,my friends.

Happy start of the week

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The Fall – Tanka – A Poem by Anita Bacha

Blowing strong winds


Robed in auburn leaves 


The Fall dances


Moving on lonely 

Embracing the change

Anita Bacha

Happy New Week, my dear friends.

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Cool Moon – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha

Beyond scalding heat,

Drifting in the lush blueness, 

A luscious cool moon;

Lying on the sandy beach,

Soft ripples caress my toes.

Anita Bacha

Happy reading my dear friends.

Sun Is Going Down – A Tanka Poem by Anita Bacha

Sun is going down,

Silvery ripples yo-yo,

Neath catamaran,

Morn waves roar and crash on shore,

On horizon sailing boats .

My photo clicked at Casita, Mauritius.

Thank you for viewing and reading, dear friends.

Happy Saturday.

Happy Summer Day.

Anita Bacha.