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

Free Verse # 454 (a trail of leaves)

أعاني من الأرق لأن نار وجهك تسكن أحلامي.

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It is her fragrance
that sets the garden
into motion,
she walks in
and everything is alive
with light and love.

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Unrecognized, our desires come to haunt us in the night.

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Night does not exist in the city except as an anomaly.

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This poetry
a trail of leaves
that I follow
deep into the forests
of my childhood,
into the deserts
and high mountains
of my longing,
reminding me of who I am
and who I want to be.

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Wrapped up in his arms
she unwinds her day,
her breath and thoughts slowing down,
his embrace filling her
with safety and warmth,
as the world outside fades
and a single star shines
from the quietness of their belonging.

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الحب هو وليد اللحظة، أما الصداقة فتبنى.

Love is the child of the moment, but friendship is built through time.

Haiku # 684

…أوراق الخريف
بلا أثر يذهب
كل شيء

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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

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ولّى نصفها
حياتي التي تغوص
في ضباب الخريف

Its half gone
my life that steeps
in autumn mist

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