
見えた夏
橋の手すりに
手をついた
耳を澄ますと
水の音が
思ったより近い
草がざわりと揺れて
また、静かになる
川面が
金色に輝くと
そこに
――夏の、顔が見えた
— atch-k
The Face of Summer
I rested my hands
on the bridge railing.
When I listened closely,
the sound of water
was nearer than I expected.
The grass rustled once,
then fell quiet again.
As the river’s surface
turned gold in the light,
there it was—
the face of summer.
— atch-k

