Anyone else out there haunted by the calls of owls, coyotes, wolves, in the middle of the night?  Words by Winter: Conversations, reflections, and poems about the passages of life. Because it’s rough out there, and we have t...

My dog hides nothing: his love, his pain, his hunger, his tiredness. As a result, he tends to get what he wants and needs. I am not like my dog. Words by Winter: Conversations, reflections, and poems about the passages of li...

Little things. Tiny things. Things to hold gently. Words by Winter: Conversations, reflections, and poems about the passages of life. Because it’s rough out there, and we have to help each other through.Original theme mus...

So much pain in life, the kind of pain inflicted by humans upon each other because of differing theologies, feels unnecessary to me. Can't we all be who we are?Words by Winter: Conversations, reflections, and poems about the pass...

It's a beautiful thing, how a poem written more than three thousand years ago can come shimmering up through the ages, an arrow to the heart.  Words by Winter: Conversations, reflections, and poems about the passages of life...