Haiku # 662

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


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


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


Steering the rudder
the boat staggers
as drunk as he


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


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


Photograph by Jai Johnson

…قلبي وما بقي منه
طيور تهاجر
في قمر الخريف