This beautiful collection of haibun has a purity stemming from the honesty of its recollection and the elegance of its form. Reading it, I entered into a world of hawks and feathers, of deer and turkeys, of Poppy's tears, of spouses lost, of love of family and friends, of gratitude for being a poet and love of the natural world. I emerged from this world with a feeling of privileged access into a great and positive spirit recording her shares of sorrow,...
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