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