Evening snowfall, with the faint dry crunch
Of straw that stable horses twist and munch.
Kyukoko
fr. A Net of Fireflies
translated by Harold Stewart
Snowfall - one of my favourite things. The translation of this haiku might not be the best, but the image and the subject matter still do it for me. It intrigues me how something cold can also give off such a quality of warmth - of covering and insulating. How that works I don't know.
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