まぼろしも雪の沙上に掻き消えて春なほ遠き凍つる地にあり

even reverie

disappears on the snow fields

I’m

in a frozen land

spring is still far away

とても美しい朝だ。私は、朝の除雪が終わったあと、そう思った。立春の昨日以来の寒波の雪はまだ降りやんでいないが、落ちついている冬が、つかの間、私には見えた。昨日の強い吹雪のように、ヒューヒューと不気味な音を鳴らし、よこなぐりで私の頬をなぶることなく、絶え間なく降る雪で視界を遮ることなく、雪は彼方の深い雲のなかから優しく降ってきていた。屋根に雪を積もらせた家々は、静かな雪の精に守られているかのように、こんもりと並んでいる。懐かしい匂いがした。太陽の光とその熱を雲のなかで受け、冷たい湿りを帯びた宙の匂いだ。私の誕生月の香りだ。

春はまだ遠いな、と私は思った。

In English

It's a beautiful morning...That's what I thought after I finished my morning ploughing. The snow of the cold wave that has attacked since yesterday, the first day of spring, has not yet stopped falling, but I could see a winter that settled down in a moment. The snow was gently falling from the deep clouds in the distance, without making a weird whooshing sound like yesterday's intense blizzard, without hitting me on the cheek with a sideways nudge, and without blocking my view with the endless snowfall. The houses whose roofs were muffled with snow were lined up as if protected by a silent snow spirit. There was a nostalgic smell in the air. It was the smell of the cold, damp air in the clouds, receiving the sun's rays and its heat. Now, the scent of my birth month.

Spring is still a long way off, I thought.

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