The evergreen shrub's white flowers have disappeared.
The ginko trees have turned into brooms.
Like a sharp knife piercing, winter has come.
Everyone dislikes winter.
Deserted by grasses and trees, run away from by insects, winter has come.
come to me, come to me.
I have winter's strength, winter is my victim.
Permeate through, penetrate into!
Make fires break out! Bury with snow!
Like a sharp knife, winter has come.
- Kotaro Takamura (1883-1956)