Elmedin Kadric was born in Novi Pazar, Serbia, but writes out of Helsingborg, Sweden. A student of both longer and shorter forms of poetry, and an avid observer of everything else.
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A touching haiku. Reminds us of all the things we leave undone. Thank you.
Your 'dry leaves' infuse this poem, for me, with a sense of all the dying person has accomplished–akin to putting leaves between the pages of a book and there they stay as memories of another time. The beauty of the leaf has gone but not its significance.
A touching haiku. Reminds us of all the things we leave undone. Thank you.
Like your poem!
red orange yellow
autumn celebrates
the dying leaves
Your 'dry leaves' infuse this poem, for me, with a sense of all the dying person has accomplished–akin to putting leaves between the pages of a book and there they stay as memories of another time. The beauty of the leaf has gone but not its significance.