舞う粉雪に。
朝目覚めると一面の雪景色。
子供たちは積もった雪を楽しみに外へ飛び出し、
大人たちはいよいよと溜め息をつき、暖をとる。
師走には珍しい小さな粉雪が、灰色の塀を背に、ふわふわと舞う。
その幾つもが滔々と舞う姿に、まるで何かの舞台を見たような気になる。
しっかりとブーツを履き外に出たのはいいが、
車道にできた雪の轍に運転の苦い経験を思い、出掛けるのを止める。
僕は肩の雪をはらい、部屋のドアノブに手を掛け、はて、と思う。
いつの間に大人になっていたのか、と。
The snow piles.
Powdery snow dances.
When I awoke in the morning, the outside was a snow scene in one side.
Children dash out to the outside the enjoyment of the piling snow.
Adults sigh, and warm themselves at the fire.
Small powdery snow dances with lightness against the backdrop of a gray wall.
I thought that I saw the stage the appearance that powdery snow dances.
I thought that I saw the stage the appearance that powdery snow dances.
I firmly put on boots and went out.
I stopped thinking about a difficult driving when the rut of the snow made the roadway was seen, and going out.
I thought by dropping the snow of the shoulder, and looking after the doorknob of the room.
When had I grown up?
