Winter solitude—
In a world of one color
The sound of wind.

Matsuo Basho

All this foolishness
About moons and blossoms
Pricked by the cold’s needle.

Matsuo Basho

Glittering flakes:
The wind is breaking
Frozen moonlight.

Horiuchi Toshimi

Miles of frost –
On the lake
The moon’s my own.

Buson

Let’s go out
To see the snow view
Where we slip and fall.

Basho

See the river flow
In a long unbroken line
On the field of snow.

Boncho

At the winter solstice
The sun permeates the firmament
Of the mountain province.

Iida Dakotsu

It looks appetizing.
It snows softly
And gently.

Kobayashi Issa

Hey townspeople,
I’ll sell you my woven hat,
The snow umbrella.

Basho

 

 

The light snow.
The ice without any trace
On the lake.

Kawahigashi Hekigoto

Come, let’s go
Snow-viewing
Till we’re buried.

Basho