Fatma Zohra Habis

almond blossoms—

light clings at dawn

to mother’s apron

—Fatma Zohra Habis

Fatma Zohra Habis

his words—

raindrops tapping

on my windowpane

—Fatma Zohra Habis

dry river

I still hear

childhood echoes 

—Fatma Zohra Habis

Mark Gilbert

crimson poppy

there will always be life

among the rubble

—Mark Gilbert

خشخاش قرمزي

توجد حياة دائما

بين الأنقاض

—Arabic translation: Fatma Zohra Habis

Fatma Zohra Habis

folded into

the morning's silence

road home

—Fatma Zohra Habis

Fatma Zohra Habis

war again

no place where

daffodils bloom

—Fatma Zohra Habis

Fatma Zohra Habis

evening mist

echoing the scent of pine

my favorite song

—Fatma Zohra Habis

Fatma Zohra Habis

after the sound

of a woodpecker

I inhale the silence

Fatma Zohra Habis

Fatma Zohra Habis

migratory birds

return to their nests

after winter's chill

I set off to find

you once more

Fatma Zohra Habis

Fatma Zohra Habis

harvest moon

far from the war zone

children's laughter

Fatma Zohra Habis

Fatma Zohra Habis

isolation

alone with

artificial Intelligence

Fatma Zohra Habis

Fatma Zohra Habis

behind the window

alone with autumn

rain

Fatma Zohra Habis

Fatma Zohra Habis

winter isolation

I read a book

with a thousand pages

Fatma Zohra Habis