雪へ雪ふるしづけさにをるonto snow snow falling, and i am in the stillness

積もった雪の上へ、さらに雪が降る。音という音が吸いこまれて、世界がしずけさそのものになる。そのまんなかに、ただ一人でいる。孤独というより、しずけさに包まれて「をる」ことの安らぎ。雪の朝、窓の外を思いながら聞きたい一句。Onto the snow already fallen, more snow falls. Every sound is drawn in, and the world becomes stillness itself, and at its center he is simply there, alone. Not so much loneliness as the peace of being wrapped in that stillness. A poem to hear on a snowy morning, thinking of what lies beyond the window.