Season of Deep Meadows

Where I come from, the earth means everything.” So said Georgia O’Keefe, whose canvases were large with “earth” in the American Southwest and elsewhere.

This slender collection of poems offers for your consideration the sweet and bitter of raven, rattler, and chickpea-sized spider. It sets forth the singular moon; all things human and other flourishing under the sun on the greenly earth that is everything.