Loud sound of chirping

Loud sound of chirping

Birds feasting on persimmons

Few left on the tree

About AshiAkira

AshiAkira. Author of "Haiku Poems" and "Haiku Poems II" (www.lulu.com/shop/ashiakira/haiku-poems/paperback/product-23152158.html). Old resident of Tokyo.
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12 Responses to Loud sound of chirping

  1. MW Moore says:

    The sights, with all their colors, and sounds that capture the heart of winter…so well done. Thank you.
    And again, thank you for visiting my little blog. Please feel free to make a any suggestions, comments, critiques. I admire your Haiku very much.

  2. Aliosa says:

    Good morning !


  3. janehewey says:

    this takes me to the garden.

  4. Jackie Saulmon Ramirez says:

    My grandparents had two large persimmon trees in their front yard and the birds were not the only ones who loved them, my horses loved them too! Very nice!

    • AshiAkira says:

      Your horses?! You have your own horses? I envy you. Thank you for reading my haikus.

      • Jackie Saulmon Ramirez says:

        I started out with two ponies as a young girl then got a horse. Later we got a bull that thought he was a pony. There were times when I rode the oldest pony and the other pony and bull followed. And yes, they all loved persimmons, and the apples, and pears, and cherries, even the muscadines. All those fruits were on my grandparents’ property. The persimmons were sweet when ripe but before they were ripe, nobody wanted any. Haikus are fun!

  5. Harbans says:

    Just in natural settings.

  6. Well lemme tell ya somethin’. When those accursed woodpeckers start their industrious racket from 3AM to 6AM robbing you of those last several hours of one’s last bit of “before I get up to go to work” sleep, it ain’t no chirping.

    • AshiAkira says:

      I’m sorry about the jazzy noise you have to withstand every morning. But let me tell you something too. I’d more than love to trade the places with you. I hope you don’t mind living in a house that is perhaps smaller than your double garage, built right at the edge of a road. The house is only about a couple of yards away from that of our next door neighbor. I sleep in a room no bigger than 9×10 (feet) or so. It’s on the second floor and I hear cars running right under my head almost all night while I’m in bed. I suppose you never worry about your parking space. Here I do. I have what is called a “K” (small and light) car that’s only about 4 and half feet wide. For that I pay nearly 400 bucks a month for a parking space which is about 5 minutes of walk from my house. You say you lose several hours of your sleep, OK, how would you like to lose all of it. I would have to get up at 5am to go to work before I retired and I sometimes could get no sleep at all because of the car noise, police or ambulance sirens. I’d love to hear those elephant-size wood peckers digging a hole in a tree at 3 in the morning. Enojy living in the beautiful state of Florida. You don’t know how lucky you are.

  7. I just read your reply to Carl. I’m astounded. I’ve always assumed you lived close to nature, way out in the country. The fact that you can write these lovely haikus under such noisy and trying conditions is just extraordinary– hardly seems possible. I’m very sorry for the difficult conditions you have to endure. Your persistence in seeking, finding, and recording beauty is truly amazing, inspiring, and sincerely appreciated. Great work, wishing you well, sir. : )

    • AshiAkira says:

      Thank you for the kind words. What I wrote in my reply to Carl might have been exaggerated but only a little. Even while I’m writing this now I tend to be distracted by traffic and construction noise. The stuff I write, however, are mostly based on true experiences through my own senses, but they might be immensely exaggerated in imagination. I see some cherry trees blooming in the street and I imaging a vast ground where kids are running under those trees. The “woods” I say might a small group of trees in a park, but that’s enough for me to think of a huge forest. I don’t pretend to be an expert poet, but I agree with the great poet in the mast when he said to the effect that one can perceive autumn of the entire world by seeing a single leaf falling. We are blessed with the ability to think of the flowers of May in December. And this is a great blessing. I don’t intend to escape from the reality, but I think that’s where our happiness lies. Thank you again for your kind comment.

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