Hello! Hive account@hive-161465, interesting proposal. I think the first time I stepped on snow in Ontario, Canada, back in the winter of 2010/11, lends itself to this prose-poetic exercise representative of Haibun, but I will fall short, as it will be the structure, since the sound, that Japanese song, will be impossible for me to convey.

The First Trace

I walked on snow for the first time, and nothing had prepared me for it. My boots didn't sink deeply or fill with mud like they did on earth; each step produced a dry, rhythmic crunch, as if I were breaking thin layers of glass beneath my soles. I stopped to look back and saw my footprints, and felt an immense stillness that seemed to contain the whole world in a deep Canadian silence.

Fresh, unbroken snow;
One step cracks the frozen crust,
Silence fills the air.