wisp of morning haze
straggling through the sleeping tree
soft buds of Spring wake
A haiku inspired by Mark S’ Naturalist Weekly prompt word ‘haze’.
https://naturalistweekly.com/2023/02/24/micro-season-haze-first-covers-the-sky-2023/
a desperate tree
in night’s torrential rain
dripping old leaves fall
~ anita bacha ~
Good morning, my dear friends.
Mauritius is living the worst torrential rains and flooding after a long time, so dear ones stay home, stay safe.
Love you
Anita Bacha
Of your tree so mighty,
I am a leaf so green and tiny;
Neither an apple nor a fig,
I hold on to a twig;
In winter I shiver and I freeze,
In summer I sway in the breeze;
Drenched in torrential rain,
I cry in grief and in pain;
Scalded in the burning sun,
I shrivel and I shun;
A creeper I long to mime,
My arms enlacing you;
Heavenly heights to climb,
My soul enrobing you.
~ Anita Bacha ~
Thank you for your visit my dear friends.
You will find the above and many such poems in my book ‘Soul Poetry’ published by Partridge in 2015 , distributed worldwide by Amazon & Barnes and Noble.
wisp of first blush fog
straggling through the sleeping tree
crimson red leaves wake
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends.
Thank you for your visit.
onset of winter
yellow fur coat of old tree
drops lamentably
Anita Bacha
Thank you for your visit, my dear friends.
Happy weekend!
MidOctober breeze
Orange leaves of persimmon
Cling to the old tree
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Anita Bacha
True to his word,
He was there, in the park,
Waiting for her,
She halted, looked around,
His words echoed in her ears,
In the morning gentle zephyr,
‘I will be there!’
‘I will be there for you!’
He cried out,
Last time they met and parted;
Stoic, handsome and shy,
Greener against the blue sky,
He smiled under its vast parasol;
The sight of him warmed her heart;
They talked,
They had so much to say to each other;
Then they fell into a deep silence,
It was not love,
It was not happiness,
It was a soul connection.
Anita Bacha
Anita Bacha 