Americans and the world must heed St. Teresa’s words now! She joyfully spoke God’s message of love and care to all who would listen. Blessings and peace, my friends.
clerk’s sad face gone—
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another smile blooming
from a smile
I am so proud to have one of my haiku included in The Haiku Foundations’ Haiku Dialogue selection for the prompt ‘rhyme’. Watching our bird community happily pecking away at wet seeds after a passing thunder storm provided the moment for me.
thunder fades …
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wet birds feasting
at the feeders
To be included with the wonderful haiku of excellent international haiku poets is such a great honor! It made my day.
Last light of a hot summer day. As the hum of awakening mosquitoes grows louder in my ears, I pause for a last look at monotone surreality.
still waters…
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hushed swishing
of heron’s wings
And I whisper, “Lord, thank you.” No more need be said..
(Image is AI generated)
When a haiku moment of peace raises my spirit amidst the world’s troubles, I must share! Thank you, Hidenori Hiruta. Blessings and peace.
In cold winds
snow camellia bud
opening
寒風に椿の蕾開きけり
by HidenoriHiruta (Japan)
As early sunlight breaks over the trees at an Alabama state park, a light breeze begins to tickle the lake’s sleepy surface. A cardinal pair chirps nearby. The aroma of hot coffee wafting, I take my first sip slowly and begin to muse on God’s blessing of nature’s uncorrupted beauty,
summer morning…
shadows rippling over
reflections
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A gentle voice I’ve heard so often in my mind reminds me again: “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give it to you. Do not let your hearts be troubled or afraid.” Jn 14:27
Today, I was privileged to witness another of my wife’s animal whispering encounters! A dragonfly flitting about our blooming gardenia found a rest stop which Bobbie quickly spotted. As she always does, she started a conversation and, for a few moments, they shared some special connection and message. I never stop being amazed!
resting dragonfly
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her fingertip senses
a tentative touch
Live video has changed my daily life so very much. I feel like I am present everywhere in the world, maybe even next door.
tear-filled eyes…
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an Ukrainian mother pleads
from the world’s far side
The reality of distance and time still does not prevent my emotional response Perhaps some of you may experience the same? Prayers for those suffering is what I can offer.
I shake my head sadly at our fumbling politicians and ‘leaders’. It is so obvious that their left hands have no idea what their right hands are doing. And they have no desire to compromise toward America’s center. It is only about power and control, not America’s welfare.
3rd Covid year…
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as politicians deflect blame
old couples lock hands
In the solitude and peace of our home, our safe escape pod in this latest Covid surge, I thank God again for my faith, my wife, and our health. Amen.
I am very honored to have one of my haiku selected for Daily Haiku. Thank you, Charlotte.
storm clouds passing
a woodpecker peeks
from a dripping hole
Daily Haiku: Jan. 6, 2022
My friends…many of the haiku I am prompted to write arise from visual experiences as my wife, Bobbie, and I travel in our motorhome RV. If we see something special and meaningful while I drive, she takes photos! Posts like this are collaborative, with a bit of embellishment on my part, and works well for us! Her capture of this old tree along the roadside was my prompt in this haiku/haiga/haibun. Thanks, sweetheart..
Thunder slowly rolls into the distance after the cold rain storm. The old tree never wavered but held its ground as it has for over a hundred years. Water dribbles down its remaining bark, winding through old ridges and crevices and onto the anthill below. A crow circles the tree once and flies on. Somewhere across the field, a cow moos.
storm clouds pass…
a woodpecker’s head
in a dripping hole
©Al W Gallia
I pull back my rain hood, breathe the fresh, crisp air, and walk out from the dilapidated cow shed toward my grandparent’s house across the field. From their chimney, the north wind carries the aroma of woodsmoke and bacon! Picking up my pace, I have a happy “thank you, Lord” in my heart.
the old limbless tree
warms in bright winter sun…
woodsmoke on the breeze
©Al W Gallia
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