“you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...”

“...you are enchanted - only a princess can leave glass footprints in the snow...”

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

“...the wind has a purpose - to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you ...”

“Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...”

“....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...”

“...with you, I find peace from pain - You are gentle and healing like the landscape—like rain...”