Out of Season

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.

Bashõ’s Take

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.