the slender wealth of winter

in the slender

wealth of winter

there are small riches

waiting to be discovered.

~

i like to read

a similar

acknowledgement
in my interpretation of
liu zongyuan's poem

river snow

a thousand hills, but no birds in flight,
ten thousand paths, with no person's tracks.
a lonely boat, a straw-hatted old man,
fishing alone in the cold river snow.