August 21st, 2018

I cut reeds for a new hut
in a crook of the empty mountain.
You must have cared,
coming so far to see me
in my distant retreat.
We've burned up all the dry sticks,
run out of words as well;
together we listen
to the sound of icy rain
pelting against the window.

Jakushitsu (1290-1367)