すがやかに玉露こぼす若稲穂ゆだる残暑の朝明けほどけ
feeling relieved...
young ears of rice spill fresh,
crystal dews upon
a lingering summer's morn—
as if boiling in the heat
past Bon Festival…
crystal dews rolling down
one by one
tips of the rice ears
turning faint golden colour
延々と奏づる音色みっしりと実りし稲の隙の闇より
endlessly
playing harmony tones
from the darkness
between the rice plants
the dense growing crops
( C)2024Rika Inami 稲美里佳