Paiku

Inscribed in a snowfield:
Master trudges, arrow-straight
Circled by joyous, dancing dog

Year over;
Didn't step in the same river
Even once

A warm, gloved finger
Has drawn a smiling face
On a snow-dusted tombstone

My frosted shadow
Walking away
From the sun

Geese
Coming west
Carefully avoiding
The sharp moon

Rain, slyly licking
The names of the virtuous
From tumbled stones