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May you find yourself in the world…and may you enjoy the company!
tsuki ichirin tôko ichirin hikariau

the disk moon
the disk frozen lake
reflecting each other

HASHIMOTO Takako (1899-1963)

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kogarashi no hate wa arikeri umi no oto

bitter winter wind
ends there --
sound of the sea

IKENISHI Gonsui (1650-1722)

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ten mo chi mo nashi tada yuki no furishikiru

no sky
no land -- just
snow falling

KAJIWARA Hashin (1864-?)

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hajimete no yuki yami ni furi yami ni yamu

first snow --
begins in the darkness
ends in the darkness

NOZAWA Setsuko (1920-1995)

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kogarashi no ima ya fukutomo chiru ha nashi

bitter winter wind --
blowing now
yet no leaves to drop

NATSUME Sôseki (1867-1916)

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fuyunami wa sono kage no e ni kutsugaeru

winter waves
break and turn over
their own shadow

TOMINAGA Fûsei (1885-1970)

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“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”

― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

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Winter

Let myself go to bed;
New Year's Day is only a matter
for tomorrow.

Camphor tree roots are quietly getting wet,
in the winter rainy air.

A handsaw is sounding,
as if from a poor one,
at midnight in this winter.

Old man's love affair;
in trying to forget it,
a winter rainfall.

In an old pond,
a straw sandal is sinking
-- it is sleeting.


Yosa Buson

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening



By Robert Frost


Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.


My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.


He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.


The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

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quote:
WHITE SILENCE by Margrit Rueger


The morning air carries
the fragrance of snow,
sparkling white beauty
reflecting in my eyes.

I plunge into this softness
this myriad of snowflakes
each a masterpiece of design
beholding a vision of peace.

My footprints across the field
a friendly message to the sky.
I am embraced by the woods,
aware of my perfect solitude.

My breath the only sound,
I let beauty and silence
enter and expand within
and my heartbeats dance.

I need not ask any questions.
All answers resonate in my heart,
through the magnificence of nature
I hear the divine language of Love.

Surrounded by infinite purity
I stand in stillness and awe
to heaven I raise my voice,
whispering words of praise.

I touch upon the mystery of life
merging with the glittering light.
I am the snow, the sun, the sky
one with the Source, I shine.


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Thank you again dear Margherita.

Japanese poem by Lady Izumi Shikibu

(978~unknown), “Last year’s fragile, / vanished snow is falling again / I feel like I’m seeing you, / I want to rush outside, / have nothing between us.”



Japanese poem by Lady Izumi Shikibu (978~unknown)

"It is the time of rain and snow / I spend sleepless nights / And watch the frost / Frail as your love / Gather in the dawn."
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quote:
WHITE SILENCE by Margrit Rueger


The morning air carries
the fragrance of snow,
sparkling white beauty
reflecting in my eyes.

I plunge into this softness
this myriad of snowflakes
each a masterpiece of design
beholding a vision of peace.

My footprints across the field
a friendly message to the sky.
I am embraced by the woods,
aware of my perfect solitude.

My breath the only sound,
I let beauty and silence
enter and expand within
and my heartbeats dance.

I need not ask any questions.
All answers resonate in my heart,
through the magnificence of nature
I hear the divine language of Love.

Surrounded by infinite purity
I stand in stillness and awe
to heaven I raise my voice,
whispering words of praise.

I touch upon the mystery of life
merging with the glittering light.
I am the snow, the sun, the sky
one with the Source, I shine.
 
Thank you again dear Margherita for your very beautiful words.
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Christmas Poems Page 4

Born In A Manger
by Catherine Pulsifer


Born in a manger
Was that of a Savior
How little did they know
How heaven and earth were a glow.

This baby he did grow
And lived to thirty-three you know
But the influence of His presence
Gave us all the best present.

He taught about love
About the kingdom above
For our sins He did die
A gift we cannot repay.

Lord Jesus we thank you
Your presence is true
Our love for you is great
And at Christmas we celebrate.
 
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A Story in the Snow
by Pearl Riggs Crouch

This morning, as I walked to school
Across the fluffy snow,
I came upon a bunny's tracks --
A jumping, zigzag row.

He must have hurried very fast,
For here and there I saw
Along his jerky, winding trail
The print of Rover's paw.

I set my lunch pail on the snow
And stood there very still,
For only Rover's clumsy tracks
Led down the little hill.

Then suddenly I thought I heard
A rustling sound close by;
And there within a grassy clump
Shone bunny's twinkling eye.

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening 

by Robert Frost (1923) 


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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