The boy with grazes on his cheeks was snoring softly. Stella watched him as he slept. She lifted her eyes to the firmament. The skies were changing color. Billy followed her gaze. Since childhood, he was her confidante, her trusted friend.

Trotting togetherwe know our way,through bright sun of morningour cares, cast away;our ponies fly over fields and streams,working together,weaving our dreams.From " Ponies," Celebrate the Seasons

How cold the night! Yet, the snow glistened. In her mind's eye, in a state of semi-consciousness, Stella saw a dreamcatcher, quivering on the wind.

Leaves are love letters that fall from the sky,in the brightest of colorssee how they fly!from the fall/autumn poem, Step Out in Color!

Whoa!"Stella shouted.Billy ran ahead, released his tether."Hike!""Let'sGo!"Cautiously, they continued still deeper into the darkness.The canopy dripped snow-melt onto them. Stella shivered.The sleds were silhouettes, the dogs liquid shadows."Listen, what was that?

This cape had become Stella. Bold, Bright, Daring, Red! It was a girl in a story-book. Stella was a star on the red carpet, in Hollywood. What a bright smile she had! That photograph! That trophy! And that red hair that flowed like a mane in the wind!

In the garden,just we two,Look! I have a rosefor you ...

Sir, I’ve known him ever since he was born! We’ve played snowball, and built snow-houses together, which are called igloos, and once, when one of Santa’s reindeer was sick on Christmas Eve, Snow Bear stepped in to help with the presents, and load them on the sleigh - he’s very kind, and clever, and strong, you know.

Fast as the wind, we skidded right by,so fast that it seemed likewe had wings to fly!The houses, the people, the park and the treesflashed by in secondsin the snowy breeze!From the winter poem, Buddy and Me.