I am very proud to have my haiku selected for Charlotte Digregorio’s Daily Haiku! With the advent of spring, the gathering of returning birds and their chatter around the feeders was the trigger for the haiku. Blessings and peace.
cypress buds . . .
multilingual chatter
of nesting birds
by Al Gallia (USA)
Haiku Dialogue
The Haiku Foundation, February 2023
I love Rika Inami’s tanka/photo pairings! She is such a wonderful poet and photographer, and I wanted to share her recent post. Blessings and peace, my friends. Click the photo below
2023年3月 短歌 March 2023, Tanka All rights reserved ©Rika Inami 稲美 里佳 ＜ This winter is over. 今冬が終わり＞ 1 春きたり雪のあがたの天開き重き調べの冬越えしかも spring arrives… sky in …
稲美里佳の短歌：Tanka by Rika Inami (67)
It is only February and yet it feels like spring here in south Louisiana! The smell of early blooming flowers and greening trees lifts my spirit with hope for a good year ahead. I think about the snow and ice just about a days drive north and wonder: Is climate change real and is this the new normal? Whatever the case, I know we cannot control it and thank God for His many blessings, trusting Him to lead me on. Blessings and peace, my friends.
blooming azaleas…
Al Gallia
birds at the feeder oblivious
to lawnmower noise
rain dripsAl W Gallia
from the thatched roof
smell of cooking rice
She lives simply in jungle, subsisting mostly on nature’s sometimes meager bounty. Hers is a never ending hard life with very little time for leisure activities as she must provide for her children and aging parents. She has no electricity or other utility services. Her husband is seldom home.
steaming heat…Al W Gallia
in the bamboo forest
a hacking machete
Today, regardless of weather, she hoists her fifty pound basket onto her back and starts her weekly trek to the local marketplace to sell or trade. Her sandals are worn and loose on her feet. Yet she hums and trudges on, thankful for all God has given her.
wild pig squealing…Al W Gallia
a jet plane’s contrail above
the jungle canopy
And life goes on, as it always has for countless generations around our world.
In response to: Your Daily Prompt for March 6: Chafe
The hot dry wind spins the squeaking windmill without rest. The weathered cabin shudders from an unusually hard gust, and a horned lizard in the shade closes its eyes. After drying the sweatband of my hat, I sip from my canteen. It has been a good day.
desert trail…Al W Gallia
the hot sand inside my boots
chafing my tired feet
Away from life’s busyness and noise, I relish my time of solitude in nature. The day’s stress resides as birds return to their nests and evening’s peaceful quiet settles over the little pond. Thank you, Lord, for your blessings.
passing clouds…
Al Gallia
the damselflies like me
need a rest
Friends, I must say that am very proud to have my one of my haiku included in the latest THF Haiku Dialogue! The selections from so many wonderful multinational poets are a great pleasure to read! Check it out.
cypress buds…
multilingual chatter
of nesting birds
Al Gallia
Louisiana, USA
HAIKU DIALOGUE – Avian Adventures – Diversity (1)
The 50’s were the time of my teenage years, when life was real, simple and direct. Radio and fuzzy TV! No cable, no computers, no cell or smart phones, no apps, social media, online gaming, or A.I.!
But bikes, local parks, Dairy Queens, drive-in movies, fishing, and realtime friends I could share life with were enough! Blessings and peace, my friends. Pray for our young folks.
fifties dinerAl Gallia 2023
whiff of youth’s memories
and bacon
In the cypress swamp the approach of Spring promises renewal of life and spirit, warming air and water, nesting birds, and budding trees and flowers; all creatures wait in anticipation of rejuvenation. The little blue heron stalks along lapping wavelets, watching… for careless minnows or frogs, its feathers ruffled by the southerly breeze. It is s good time to be alive.
a fresh breeze carries
Al Gallia
the smell of bedding fish…
nesting egrets
I am proud to have one of my haiku selected for this week’s THF Haiku Dialogue! The theme was ‘failure’… and I felt sure the dung beetle, rolling his hoarded treasure toward home and oblivious to the danger, was surely headed for it! Blessings and peace, my friends.
loud mooing…
Al Gallia 2023
the dung beetle blunders
into milling hooves
Searching for Serendipity 