Morning, After the Ice Storm
The bluejay’s query from the previous twilight
hangs in the mostly empty air between branches.
On a brown maple leaf last night’s tear
has still not fallen. Though in a few hours
this moment will be gone like all the others
even grief sometimes has to wait its turn
Translations from the English 
I wait my turn to read your poetry, Jeff, to improve the moment.
Thanks Ann!
Those spaces, those turns – they keep dissipating, expanding, but remain part of the whole. Love this one, Jeff.
Much appreciated, Robert.
Yes. Beautiful.
Thanks Emily. You probably saw a very similar scene outside your print shop window a few days ago!