Lying in bed I almost mistake
moonlight on the floor for frost.
Looking up I see the cold light,
looking down I see only home.
from Bamboo Cottage: Poems and Translations, by Doug Westendorp
Lying in bed I almost mistake
moonlight on the floor for frost.
Looking up I see the cold light,
looking down I see only home.
from Bamboo Cottage: Poems and Translations, by Doug Westendorp