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.

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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

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September
you’ll find my heart buried
in a pile of yellow leaves

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I breathe her in
as though her skin
is the light of the moon

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Autumn evening
my thoughts drifting
with the passing clouds

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Deep in the forest
I find my heart still
like the air and leaves

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Forever is just a word
between us
and the moon

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الخريفُ يبدأ
برائحةِ الأرض أُعَطَّر
زوايا روحي

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هو يحب النساء اللواتي
يعرفن كيف يتحولن إلى شعر
بين يديه