The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.
Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths.
I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind.
That icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...
I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists
I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.