I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.

Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.