my first winter
the snow flutters
my heart flutters
my friends are stunned
me too
these cotton bulbs from heavens
At Shimosa Nakayama, I saw the first snow some 20 years ago. They fluttered around like cotton bulbs before hitting ground. It was really a sight. The scene always remained in my head. Trees, flowers, snow and a few good friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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