This November
I want to be a wild field
feeling into my bones
the surge of autumn,
surrendering and letting it all
fall down into the ground
to be cradled in darkness,
to know the meaning of long rest
and unperturbed sleep.
This November I want to go
deep down into my roots
to be acquainted again
with the nature of my being,
the stranger’s face, which is my face,
the face that I once loved
and must learn to love again.
This November I will let the summer wine
brew deep in my veins
with the warmth of its sun,
I will let my dreams
carry me over to the other plain
where spring arrives
with new wildflowers and fruits
and a renewed thirst for life
taking me to the edge of all that I am.
Tag: Autumn
Haiku # 708
At work all day
birds of poetry
keep visiting my cell
في العمل طوال النهار
وحدها طيور الشعر
تزور زنزانتي
~
Autumn evening…
my heart a candle lit
by the longing of the years
~
Her silent face
a window open
on the vastness of space
Haiku # 704
عيد ميلادي الأربعين
أكثرُ اصفراراً هذه السنة
أوراقُ الخريف
My fortieth birthday
even more yellow this year
the autumn leaves
My fortieth birthday
only solitude keeps
the promise of the years
Haiku # 703
October…
born again I fall,
a leaf in the wind
~
Moon in the window…
my heart takes on the stillness
of far away stars
~
What’s more to life than this?
watching the leaves fall,
listening to the wind…
~
October…
on my birthday I look
at the yellow leaves
A Long Held Promise
From a distance
I watch the crows land
on the top of the trees,
the sky, behind them,
taking on a clear blue light
as morning rises
full of softness and dew,
over the sea a bank
of autumn clouds is moving
bringing with it a long held promise,
my soul, watching, fills with stillness,
and a prayer begins again
in the silence of my heart.
Haiku # 702
Autumn moon…
I too am a traveller
in a nomad sky
~
Wind in the trees…
for a moment my soul
found its wings
Le vent dans les arbres…
pour un moment mon âme
a trouvé ses ailes
…الريحُ في الأشجار
للحظةٍ وجدت
روحي أجنحتها
Haiku # 701
Autumn
one leaf then another
falls in the wind
الخريف
ورقة ثم أخرى
تقع في الريح
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September
through the woods I take
the long way home
~
September
you’ll find my heart buried
in a pile of yellow leaves
~
I breathe her in
as though her skin
is the light of the moon
~
Autumn evening
my thoughts drifting
with the passing clouds
~
Deep in the forest
I find my heart still
like the air and leaves
~
Forever is just a word
between us
and the moon
~
الخريفُ يبدأ
برائحةِ الأرض أُعَطَّر
زوايا روحي
~
هو يحب النساء اللواتي
يعرفن كيف يتحولن إلى شعر
بين يديه
Haiku # 700
Without a name
I go alone…
winds of autumn
Sans nom
je vais tout seul
sous le vent d’automne
~
Autumn evening…
the smell of a flower blooming
on the edge of my days
~
Autumn evening…
this loneliness deepens
with the colors of the sky
~
Her smile…
something to take with me
on the long journey
ابتسامتها
شيء لآخذه معي
في رحلتي الطويلة
~
Réunissant nos âmes
l’amour fusionne nos corps
en un seul poème
Haiku # 686
Falling autumn leaves
even the cat is looking
through the window
~
وحيدا عند الغروب
لم يأت أحدا ليراني
الا مطر الخريف
~
سَنَونَوات أيلول
كأنها من طفولتي تعود
بذكرياتٍ تناثرت في الريح
~
This cold autumn
my heart warmed
by the image of her face
Haiku # 685
يلفظ الكلمات كأنها
…أوراق خريف تتساقط
!الشاعر
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Autumn returns
and my heart fills
with a nameless longing
~
La nuit descend…
dans un coin de mon cœur
s’allume une chandelle
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Autumn evening
I light a candle
and open my book
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Itinerant heart –
no house but the road,
no home but the wind…
~
Steeping my tea
as the moon quietly
looks through the window
Haiku # 684
…أوراق الخريف
بلا أثر يذهب
كل شيء
~
Autumn begins…
my heart a yellow leaf
listening to the wind
L’automne commence…
mon cœur est une feuille jaune
à l’écoute du vent
الخريف يبدأ
قلبي ورقةٌ صفراء تنصت
الى الريح
~
ولّى نصفها
حياتي التي تغوص
في ضباب الخريف
Its half gone
my life that steeps
in autumn mist
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
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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
~

…قلبي وما بقي منه
طيور تهاجر
في قمر الخريف
Haiku # 657

Autumn crossroads…
my heart a bird,
my soul a cloud
Sedoka # 2
Autumn night…
hovering over still water
the moon asks,
‘Who is poet enough
to be alive
in this world?’
Haiku # 656

To an unheard music
waltzing at dusk…
the pine tree and the moon
Letter, October 05, 2019
Lived simply, in deep attention and presence, a life can be so full that its echo reverberates to the stillness of the stars — the garden’s dust on my shoes, a good book, a cup of aged wine, and your face, beloved, hovering around all things like a cloud, their inner light, their intimate aura. I write to you today as the sun sets over another autumn day, as the wind withers away the leaves and grass leaving nature and my thoughts bared down to their essence. Time is moving and life is trickling away, yet a deeper stillness is settling in my heart. It feels to me as though, if I lift my hand, I could almost touch your face; as though the warmth of your breath is mingled with mine. This silence is a prayer. I listen to the wind in the yellowing leaves. I write another poem penned with the ink of your love.
Haiku # 647
الشمس – دافئة لأنها تقول
…ما أقوله لك
أحبك بكل طيات روحي
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Autumn sun and moon…
In this longing I walk,
an eternal child.
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Birth and death…
The agony of being
a leaf in the wind
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Abandoned playground…
The laughter of children,
leaves in the wind.
Haiku # 646
Septembre…
Les hirondelles
planent
au-dessus de mon enfance
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سنونوات
أيلول
أجنحتها المفتوحة
فوق طفولتي
Haiku # 645
Birthday cake…
Cutting them alone
the rest of my years
~
Le soleil de sa peau…
Dans l’ombre de ses branches
butinent mes poèmes
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Last days of summer…
In the cry of birds
the shiver of coming rain
~
الكلمات في حلقي
شاخت ولم تسمعها
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