Follow the changing seasons through all their wealth of growth and flowering, through autumn's fall, the withering of winter and all the challenging varieties of weather that can accompany these changes. These poems, written over a period of 30 years, are essentially poems of celebration: of immersion in the seasonal round that 'resonate with quiet joy' as one reviewer observed. 'To walk through its pages is to be touched and refreshed by the dew...' To encounter 'widths of sky, or mercurial, brimming weather.' The author's companionable sensibility brings us a welcome breathing space at a helpful distance from the overly ironic or overly cerebral poetry to be found, too often, in literary journals. A blithe purity ushers through it. And, as in its Midsummer Garden it extends a joyful invitation to re-enter that purity 'like...a winged seed.'
