In 2005 I wrote the first two stanzas of this poem, and sent them to Daniel Terragno, a Zen Master I was fortunate enough to work with at the time. He wrote back the few words that became the last stanza. May you sleep peacefully and awake to the new year with pleasure.
Winter blue out there.
A drip from the eaves, another.
How thin the needles of the pine
at the edge of the ravine.
No blessing anywhere, and
drip drip drip . . . pine needles . . . the ravine—
is completely full.