Susan Urbanczyk

“Autumn, when, ultimately, all illusions fall away and are cast aside, leaving the trees and hills and roadways--the very earth itself--laid bare and open, stark realities fully revealed.

You cannot move forward in the real world if you cannot see the real world.
You cannot find the beauty in the world if all you see is its adornment.”
― Shellen Lubin

“Winter rain on moss soundlessly recalls those happy bygone days”
― Sam Hamill, The Sound of Water: Haiku by Basho, Buson, Issa, and Other Poets

“Sometimes grief is like a wave, and healing is like a butterfly.”
― Jocelyn Soriano, Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief

“As he looked out and saw the grey landscape through the gently falling snow, he could not help thinking how much better it would be if people could go to sleep like the fields; could be blanketed down under the snow, to wake with their hurts healed and their defeats forgotten.”
― Willa Cather, One of Ours