My Treasured Ballad

　 "Autumn Rain" The silent rain A chilly afternoon brings to mind the vestiges of summer. I can no longer hear the cicadas. It's somewhere deep in the wind. A gray sky spreads. A drop or two falls on the window. The autumn rain is nearing its end. The rain touches the earth, which has forgotten its warmth. My skin feels the change of seasons. This rain is not melancholy. It is the full force of autumn. And an invitation to winter. The rice has disappeared from the fields. The soybean leaves are smiling. The rain continues to fall silently, quietly changing the color of the landscape. After the rain, the trees regain their deep green. A hint of crimson permeates the mountains. A purification ritual at a turning point. Let the rain cleanse your heart. The cycle of autumn rain. Life quietly cycles. Wetting everything. Nurturing everything. After that silence. Winter slowly approaches. I feel the warmth of your skin. I miss you “ 秋霖 ” 音もなく降る雨に 夏の名残をふと想う 肌寒い午後 蝉の声はもう聴こえない それは風の奥のどこかへ 灰色の空が広がり 窓辺に 一雫 二雫 秋霖も終わりが近い 熱を忘れた大地に 雨は囁くように触れる 肌に季節の変わり目を知る この雨は憂鬱ではない これは 秋の全身全霊 そして 冬への招待状 田から稲は姿を消して 大豆の葉たちが微笑んでいる しとしとと音もなく降り続け 風景の色を静かに変える 雨上がりの木々は 深い緑を取り戻し 山には紅の気配が滲む 節目の禊ぎ 雨に心も清められよう 秋霖の輪廻 命は静かにめぐる すべてを濡らし すべてを育む その静けさののちに 冬はゆっくりこちらへ向かう 君の肌の熱を 恋しく想う