Bright sunshine, cloudless
Sky, endless blue, mild. Odd to
See in winter’s grip.

Gloomy Swiss weather
Few signs of winter, fog, rain
Too many dark days.

More haiku for me
Maybe haiku for you too
Let’s see where it goes.

Happy New Year!

I have a strong dislike of holiday hubub. Large crowds make me cringe. When I was a child, I would often hide out in a quiet place during the holidays when there were lots of people in the house or when I was around lots of people. I’m not really antisocial, but I am actually a bit shy. And uncomfortable around a lot of people and a lot of noise.

And then there’s all that holiday convention stuff – you have to decorate, buy presents and send cards. No wonder people like me welcome online shopping and electronic communication. I actually lost a friend because I wrote a Merry Christmas email and the reply was that this might not be an appropriate way to communicate Christmas greetings. Although I was an early adopter. Now, I think it’s easier. But I don’t send cards much either now – every once in a while.

I don’t like a lot of visual and aural stimulation. Although I love being in New York at this time of year, I love to see lights and I like sappy Christmas movies. But shopping and noisy parties, crowded churches make me long for a dark space.

There’s much to be thankful for and to enjoy, but in measured doses. And it’s important to do what each of us really wants to do, not be bound by conventions and endless obligations. Be with the people that matter. For some of us, it’s a smaller circle than others.

I really don’t hate people. But I really value my quiet and solitude.

Silver sunlight, clouds
Of white and gray, blue. Autumn
Light is different.

Black night, rain drops fall
Crashing on the roof, pin points
Of sound in the dark.

Four crows perched up high
Surveying the world below
Black against the sky.

Blue sky, sun, light mist.
Clear lakes, rippled. Sharp stone peaks,
And green. Everywhere

Each yearly cycle
Ends with fiery colors, cold
Dark sleep till rebirth.

Light later, darkness
Earlier. We nest, we hide.
Awaiting the chill.