明日から冬の気温になる
そんな気配も感じない
澄み切った青空に
清々しい風が吹く
カラスが忙しそうに飛び廻る
晩秋の太陽を背にして
しっかりと今日を歩く
きっと明日も歩いているだろう
何を着たら良いのかな
“English version with AI assistance (Claude)”
At the Season’s Edge
They say tomorrow brings the cold of winter,
yet I feel no hint of it—
only a crystalline sky above
and a refreshing wind that blows.
Crows dart about busily,
tracing their hurried paths.
With the late autumn sun at my back,
I walk firmly through today,
certain I’ll be walking tomorrow too.
But what should I wear?