Winter …

Winter–in the eleventh month
Snow falls thick and fast.
A thousand mountains, one color.
Men of the world passing this way are few.
Dense grass conceals the door.
All night in silence, a few woodchips burn slowly
As I read the poems of the ancients.

–Ryokan (Japan, 1758-1831)

Winter bamboo, Mt. Tremper, New York, 2015