From the white land
The roots of time shall grow
Naked trees in my
Frozen dream! Killed
By my own

Ashes to ashes
dust to dust... all this beauty
of winter sadness

is nothing more than a nest
of poems and romances

Frozen cherry trees
even the crow was crying
during forty nights

(photo copyright © Jason Wright http://jasestu.deviantart.com)

sleepy bare forest
and winter mists around
the cemetery