Winter solitude--

in a world of one color

the sound of wind.
I'm a wanderer
so let that be my name
the first winter rain
Winter seclusion
sitting propped against
the same worn post
On New Year's Day
each thought a loneliness
as winter dus descends
!long my "ourney
through this transitory world#
new year's housecleaning
Year$s end# all
corners of this
floating world# swept.
%his first fallen snow
is barely enough to bend
the "on&uil lea'es
%he first snow
the lea'es of the daffodil
bending together
%he first snow#
(ust enough to bend
%he lea'es of the daffodils.
%ethered horse)
snow
in both stirrups.
*irst snow
*alling
On the half-finished bridge.
On the polished surface
Of the di'ine glass#
+haste with flowers of snow.
%he crescent lights
%he misty ground.
,ucwheat flowers.
+ome out to 'iew
the truth of flowers blooming
in po'erty
New Year$s first snow -- ah --
"ust barely enough to tilt
the daffodil