Tag: Trees

A Leaf of Your Tree – A Poem by 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.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1482852322?ref_=cm_sw_r_mwn_dp_57J914B5NSHZ18PZGE49&fbclid=IwAR3x3o1wuJgeRqdYMGisUIJr1UQrenIu5_1aONSs7fjl-msnLe9gSVExBSo&mibextid=Zxz2cZ

Image source internet. Poem À leaf of Your Tree cc Anita Bacha 2015.

Here comes November – A haiku poem by Anita Bacha

here comes november 

a carpet of glowing leaves 

trees become barren

Anita Bacha

A haiku poem to welcome November. October has been very busy for me writing about the Fall and the explosion of colors , ending with Halloween 🎃 haiku poems!

Thank you for your support ,my dear friends. You keep my heart warm in the changing season.

Happy reading

Anita Bacha


A SAPLING

In her garden
Grandma planted a seed
She fenced around the earth
Water it before the sun is high

In her garden,

Grandma planted a seed,

She fenced around the earth,

Water it before the sun is high;

With her tender keep,

The seed grew into a sapling;

In the middle of the field,

Mom moved the sapling,

Fenced around the earth,

Water it before the sun is high;

With her tender keep,

The sapling grew into a tree;

In our field, there is a tree,

Giving us shade when the sun is high,

And, a thirst-quenching fruit with a seed,

That will grow into a sapling,

If like grandma and mom, we heed.

 Anita Bacha

Photo credit : Anita Bacha

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