Leaving Summer

夏を去る

Yellow, warm fields, extending across the river, lowered like sunshine to bring joy to us. There is mustard flourishing. It makes one’s heart warm and mind secure. There are other fields behind one’s back: wheat, barley, and oats. They are still green, their time has not come – pieces of wheat have just started getting ripe and gaining strength. The sunflower is already in bright yellow blossom, though, which promises a good harvest. Bees are buzzing busily above the sunflower, who are collecting fragrant pollen.