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haikaiTALKS: a saturday gathering! 27th December 2025 Billee Dee

haikaiTALKS: The Quiet Edges of Presence: a Winter Sabi Series|a saturday gathering under the banyan tree


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Special Guest Poet: Billie Dee

host: Srinivasa Sambangi 27th December 2025


haikaiTALKS: a saturday gathering under the banyan tree

December's Guest Poet: Billie Dee And she's helping us view Winter Sabi!


haikaiTALKS 


The Quiet Edges of Presence: a Winter Sabi Series

Across hemispheres, winter is less a single season than a mood—a thinning of light, a sharpening of textures, a soft deceleration at the edges of our days. Whether cold or warm, wet or dry, winter is when presence becomes more audible in the small, unguarded moments: thresholds of identity, the residue of shared rooms, the grain of familiar tasks, and the slowed breath of living things.

Sabi is not about sorrow.  It is the felt texture of time brushing lightly against us. This new four-week cycle invites you into those subtle thresholds where nothing dramatic happens, yet everything is quietly revealed.

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December 27 — Edges of Breath: Aging, Quiet Tasks, and the Cycle of Presence


Sabi gathers in the slowings—the morning hand warming its pen, the narrowing of memory to what endures, an old dog’s winter pace. These are not scenes of diminishment but of cyclical presence: the body remembering its work, the voice returning to what is known by heart, breath rejoining its own rhythm. Time here moves gently, spiraling rather than falling.


winter morning—

scribbles on a scratch pad

get the ink flowing

— John Stevenson


failing eyesight—

we sing only the carols

we know by heart

— Beverley George


early snow

the old dog

takes his time

— Ferris Gilli



PROMPT: Think of a moment that asked you to slow down—morning stiffness, half-remembered words, an aging animal’s measured pace. Write a haiku from that softened edge.


_()_ Namaste, Billee Dee


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“A Dictionary of Haiku Classified by Season Words with Traditional and Modern Methods,” by Jane Reichhold:

 

Indian subcontinent SAIJIKI:

 

The Five Hundred Essential Japanese Season Words:

 

The World Kigo Database:

 

The Yuki Teikei Haiku Season Word List:

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Thanks, Billie. Your notes, the examples you have given, and your prompt are breathtaking. Thank you so much.

I love your prompt: PROMPT:  Think of a moment that asked you to slow down—morning stiffness, half-remembered words, an aging animal’s measured pace. Write a haiku from that softened edge.


_()_ I hope more poets try to see 'sabi' the way you have so superbly expressed.

Dear Members,

Waiting for your responses.

Please provide your feedback on others' commentary and poems as well. _()_

We are continuing haikaiTALKS in full swing!

Keep writing and commenting! _kala

10 Comments


Keiko Izawa
Keiko Izawa
8 minutes ago

#1


long night —

my age spot

darker


Keiko Izawa, Japan


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Alfred Booth
Alfred Booth
26 minutes ago

#1

leaves spiral into winter

the quiet chill of renewal


Alfred Booth

Lyon, France

(feedback welcome)

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Dinah Power
Dinah Power
an hour ago

1st


eyes drift shut

bedtime comes earlier

in winter's time


Dinah Power, Israel

comments welcomed

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Alfred Booth
Alfred Booth
15 minutes ago
Replying to

Dinah,

The obviousness of these three lines might be better suited as an opening to a tanka where the added couplet would permit you to go beyond stating what we all know. As a haiku, I don’t have the sense of a personal aha! moment in your poem.

Just a few thoughts,

Alfred

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Sathya Venkatesh
Sathya Venkatesh
an hour ago

#1


winter morning ---

mom ambles along

with rickety joints


Sathya Venkatesh, India

(Feedback Welcome)

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Alfred Booth
Alfred Booth
19 minutes ago
Replying to

Sathya,

This poem show the inevitability of time’s passing.

I believe “rickety joints” is implied by “ambles along.” Perhaps something more surprising for the aha! moment: “without a cane.”

Just an idea,

Alfred

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Kalyanee
Kalyanee
2 hours ago

27.12.2025

#1


winter blues

the lovelorn eyes

of a street dog


Kalyanee Arandhara

Assam, India


Feedback most welcome


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Alfred Booth
Alfred Booth
23 minutes ago
Replying to

Very delicate and heartwarming, Kalyanee.

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