Overcast Full Moon Night, After Snow
Rain melts snow then turns
to snow: earth slides soft
then stiffens and stills
and disappears under new snow:
Clouds ride endless wind
always leaving: unseen
and unmoved by the mess
and distance, something
of you and I makes its
own slow circle above
Translations from the English 
It seems we, the collective we, are everywhere, even in the snow, and before the snow. But under the moon, of course. 🙂
Good poem. Made me think about something… I don’t exactly know what but …
…then, it must have worked!…thanks–
Made me think of pizza! Then…I thought…”No, Taco Bell!” Then i thought, absolutely magnificent, Jeff…but I could write this well, too, if I were you!
*hehe*
Ron