late at night, the snow
is piling higher and higher
muffling the sounds of the waterfall
Ryokan
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Waterfall canyon, Brazos Cliffs Christmas Day 2015 |
Who can sympathize with my life?
my hut lies near the top of the mountain,
and the path leading here is covered with weeds.
on the fence, a single gourd,
from across the river, the sound of logging.
ill, I lie on the pillow, and watch the sunrise.
a bird cries in the distance-
my only consolation.
Ryokan
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the original La Bajada Camino Real road south of Santa Fe, New Years Day
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Wind and snow, then snow and rain:
tonight, awakened by the cry of a wild goose
in the dark, endless winter sky.
Ryokan