窓あけて窓いつぱいの春opening the window — a windowful of spring

窓を開けたら、窓いっぱいに春が入ってきた。空も光も匂いも区別せず、まとめて「春」と呼んでしまうおおらかさ。小さな庵の小さな窓が、この一瞬だけ世界への入口になる。朝、カーテンを開ける手にそのまま重なる一句。He opens the window and a windowful of spring pours in. The broad-hearted ease that lumps sky and light and scent together and simply calls them "spring." For this one instant, the small window of a small hut becomes a doorway onto the world. A poem that maps straight onto the morning hand that opens the curtains.