Haiku # 662

Cracked like my lips
my cup of tea that aches
for the taste of her kiss

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Unfinished stories
like fallen leaves
hurried to our graves

Haibun # 5

As I sip my morning tea, the autumn sun outside, like a warm, tender wave falls over the trees in the garden. Beside me, on the desk, a book calls to be read, as though it were the tender eyes of a woman I love, inviting me to delve into them. My heart is filled with a strange stillness and calm as leaves falls all around.

Autumn morning…
in all beginnings is sown
the seed of their end

Haiku # 659

Clinging to summer’s heat
the autumn rain balming
the lips of flowers

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On her white petals
the autumn rain clinging
to summer’s heat

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Steering the rudder
the boat staggers
as drunk as he

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This path to nowhere
I walk it alone
with nothing but a bag

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Deathbed haiku…
the poet’s last breath
returns to the sky

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Photograph by Jai Johnson

…قلبي وما بقي منه
طيور تهاجر
في قمر الخريف