April 07th, 2022

Cold Night

The moon illumines a thousand peaks
With the brilliance of daylight,
The sound of the bell falls
On my pillow of old friends' poems;
In my thin monk's robes,
Unafraid of the frost's harshness,
I rise, roll up the blinds,
Sit in the depths of night.

Tesshu Tokusai (d. 1366)