the winter mountains—
 
even with a companion
 
a taxing journey

 
 
 

With no walking stick,
 
how distant seem the mountains,
 
how narrow my path!

Path

 
 
 

On the stony path
 
how carefully I travel
 
with my walking stick.

Soldier

 
 

A lonely soldier,
 
thinking of autumn back home,
 
still sticks to his post.

Tapping

 
 
 

Tapping with a stick,
 
the blind woman makes her way
 
through the garden gate.

Hat

 
 
 

straw hat on a stick—
 
one look, and ravenous crows
 
flap to the next field

Walking Stick

 
 
 

Bring your walking stick
 
to test the course before you—
 
hot and high the winds.