“For still there are so many thingsthat I have never seen:in every wood in every springthere is a different green.”

“I sit beside the fire and think Of all that I have seenOf meadow flowers and butterfliesIn summers that have beenOf yellow leaves and gossamerIn autumns that there wereWith morning mist and silver sunAnd wind upon my hairI sit beside the fire and thinkOf how the world will beWhen winter comes without a spring That I shall ever seeFor still there are so many thingsThat I have never seenIn every wood in every springThere is a different greenI sit beside the fire and thinkOf people long agoAnd people that will see a worldThat I shall never knowBut all the while I sit and thinkOf times there were beforeI listen for returning feet And voices at the door”

“I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely.”

“I miss sunrise even more. The green scent of dawn in the forest? The color blushing back into the world, different every day.”

“I am still so in love...i'll never get enough of you. Every time...i'm undone.”

“The visible world is a daily miracle for those who have eyes and ears; and I still warm hands thankfully at the old fire, though every year it is fed with the dry wood of more old memories. ”