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

“...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...”

“...all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...”

“...I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again...”

“...we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into the sea...”

“...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...”

“...a bard's down-to-earth love: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground...”