Snow Falling on Snow

These candid and graceful poems form an intimate weave of inner and outer form. In five short lines they support a multitude of realities: snow, cloud, applause, seed, friend,
longing, sex, music, the dead... yet, how light they are! In them, earth-nature and human-nature see eye to eye, heart to heart. These are poems to be received into the body, like breath.

-Anne Valley-Fox (How Shadows Are Bundled, Point of No Return)