bare cypress quivering…Al W Gallia 12-31-2022
tireless wavelets scurry
before the icy wind
Lake Martin, Louisiana in the winter! Not an egret, heron, or alligator in sight. Sunsets, cypress trees, blowing moss, shadows… all provide such beautiful settings and colors for poetry and photos. Love it!
The complete absence of sound…the smell and sight of fresh snow…my memories flow back from my winter walkabouts in Montana! So clean, so quiet! Yet I always sense God’s nearness. I do miss it sometimes. Blessings and peace, my friends. Happy New Year!
I am very proud to have one of my haiku poems included the latest edition of The Haiku Foundation’s Haiku Dialogue on Childhood Memories. Such a wonderful selection of international poets!
my chemistry set
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open on grandma’s table
smell of burnt sulphur
Sitting on a pier at Perdido Bay, Florida on a still winter evening, i feel so blessed as the sunset kaleidoscope slowly turns.
‘raw sienna’ drips
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from the artist’s brush…
winter blaze
I sense God’s peace and comfort settle in my soul, and I hear His whisper, “Be still and know I am your God. I love you!”
a seagull settles nearby
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unimaginable colors
beckon my soul
a withering leaf…/ remnants of nature’s beauty/ litter the forest
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Some things are timeless… not related to human manipulation and degradation. The beauty of unspoiled Nature in her virgin glory, a gift from our loving God, is at the top of my list:
A golden leaf swirling in a stream’s eddy; mottled sunlight on a blossom; a cardinal sitting on a limb; a sand-fall down a canyon wall; even a new dandelion rising through a cracked rock. Whether a fading leaf or a wizened old woman, innate beauty never changes and remains locked in time, unblemished forever.
a circling butterfly
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touches down on her finger tip
breeze blown wildflowers
True beauty has no need of mankind’s touch, but only to be left alone to radiate and be appreciated.
Whether Covid or flu, surely most of us have experienced the helpless feeling of being trapped with no escape!
nearby coughing…
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the old man wishes he had
brought his mask
That lurking evil virus or cold in the crowded waiting room…will it find me if I sit apart, stay still, and keep a low profile? Probably! Blessings and peace, my friends.
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
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