Bougainvillea

In so many bright colors —

What, it’s December

Along Seven Mile Beach, north of George Town in the Grand Caymans, the Bouganvilliea bloom in December in all sorts of colors — orange, red, pink, magenta, purple, or gold.

Figuring it out

I figured it out,
Just when I figured it out …
The tape ran out
— Bashō no yōna, December 2025

Light the Fire

To see in the dark

One only has to

Turn on the light

If it were only that easy, but it’s not, or maybe I’m trying too hard to find the switch.

I’d light the fire

And you’d place the flowers

In the vase and add water

— Crosby Stills Nash Young

The afternoon sun

A tall snowman holding a broom,

Becoming nothing

Random thoughts

Reading Alan Watts

Waiting for the sun to rise

A Merry Christmas

To Eleanor Rigby,
To Father McKenzie, and all the lonely people,
A Merry Christmas

Unorthodox, perhaps, but it is what I am thinking.

A Beatles’ Song
Once new, now,
So very long ago
Bashō no yōna, December 25, 2023

Eleanor Rigby is a song by the Beatles from their 1966 album Revolver, on YouTube if you want to check it out.

Pointless

Especially if it is windy

Five days to Christmas
Sedgwick County, Kansas, no snow

Bashō no yōna, the author of this blog about all things haiku (and Basho), has a neighbor. One could call him Sora, Basho’s neighbor (in Fukagawa, and his traveling companion on the Oku no Hosomichi). That would be a stretch. We’ll just call him Bob. Bob mows his yard each week in the summer and fall. Come December, he loves to rake the leaves.

But that is such a pointless task, especially if its windy.

Raking leaves in late December
A Sisyphean task
— pointless
Bashō no yōna, Five days to Christmas, 2023

Bob rakes, but the wind wins.

Note. Sisyphus, the guy who rolled the boulder up the mountain each day only to see it drop.