草のそよげば何となく人を待つwhen the grass sways I somehow wait for someone

草がそよぐと、なんとなく人を待つ気持ちになる。誰が来るあてもないのに、風の動きが人の気配に似ているのだ。ひとり住まいの門辺の、心の動きをすくいとった句。When the grass stirs, he somehow falls into waiting for someone. No one is expected, yet the movement of the wind resembles a human presence. The poem scoops up the small motion of the heart at the gate of a solitary house.