Fox Footprints/Mid-winter
For works with similar titles, see Midwinter.
Mid-winter
The sky is white,The earth is white,There is snow on the head of the wayside JizoAnd icicles hang from his chin and his cold stone hands.All day the out-cast crows croak hoarsely across the whitenessUntil with night their misshapen forms and voices are lost in the darkness.