雪空の最後の一つをもぐunder a snow-heavy sky i pluck the last one

雪もよいの空の下、木に残った最後の実をもぐ。柚子か柿か、句は言わない。枝が軽くなり、空はいよいよ雪を落とすばかり。ひとつの実で、今年の実りが仕舞いになる。Beneath a sky threatening snow, he plucks the last fruit left on the tree. Citron or persimmon, the poem does not say. The branch grows lighter, and the sky is ready at last to let the snow fall. With one fruit, this year's harvest comes to its close.