"Snow besieges my plank door I crowd the stove at night
although this form exists it seems as if it doesn't
I have no idea where the months have gone
every time I turn around another year on earth is over"
  – Han Shan






Wind today so severe the Yahara waves shook
was it a river encapsulated or floating in air
there is no snow the ground in December bare
soon the next year will come and my hair grey