"You want it to be one way. But it's the other way."
March night, Christmas lights
Framing a springtime door. Seasons
Strung one to the next.
Spring moon, night waning.
A door framed in Christmas lights,
Too late to take them down.
March night, Christmas lights
Frame a faded springtime door.
I’d leave them up, too.
Late, and without a blog entry. I resort to another’s words:
“Having no talent,
I just want to sleep,
You noisy birds.”
That’s Bashõ, from Robert Hass’s “The Essential Haiku.”
Noisy birds or no, I’m going to sleep.
Later.