Autumn crossroads…
my heart a bird,
my soul a cloud
Haiku # 657
Tag: Autumn
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
~
Autumn sun and moon…
In this longing I walk,
an eternal child.
~
Birth and death…
The agony of being
a leaf in the wind
~
Abandoned playground…
The laughter of children,
leaves in the wind.
Haiku # 646
Septembre…
Les hirondelles
planent
au-dessus de mon enfance
~
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
~
Last days of summer…
In the cry of birds
the shiver of coming rain
~
الكلمات في حلقي
شاخت ولم تسمعها
المرأة التي أحببت
