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
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.
An Indian Summer day…a great morning for a walkabout!
a brisk breeze
ripples the quiet stream…
swirling reds and golds
©Al W Gallia 2020
a young vine
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stretches toward the sun…
does the stump feel it?
Along the road at nearby Lake Martin on a warm spring morning, I see a decaying stump spotlighted in a sun beam. Around this old stump, a new creeper vine spirals upward toward the light, grasping tightly to the dead wood where it can for support. I remember my father’s smile. Life rises from death and will not be denied!
‘9/11”. What American over the age of twenty-something doesn’t remember this horrific day from some personal perspective? This question is on my mind this morning as I watch our Presidents memorial address at the Pentagon. Through time’s haze, I recall the radio news flashes while I was at my desk reviewing a set of construction drawings, and the simultaneous office buzz rising quickly to a crescendo!
at my office…
wife’s urgent phone call
19 years ago©️Al Gallia 2019
I remember the shock, the horror, and the patriotic indignation sweeping through my fellow employees as someone turns on a small black/white portable TV with ‘rabbit ears’ and we see the ‘snowy’ live feed of the first Twin Tower in flame…then another plane appears on the screen.
Searching for Serendipity 