The days and months move on,
and now as the year draws to a close
Heaven sends down a chastening frost
Across a thousand hills, trees stand bare
On myriad paths, scarcely a traveler
I burn dried leaves
The long night passes,
broken now and then
by the sounds of wind and rain
As I think back, everything gone by
Is just a picture in a dream
~ Ryokan ~
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