In “Whispers Of The Wild: A Collection Of Poems” ($3.83 in paperback, independently published) she adds in the Introduction that “There is a voice that speaks beneath the hum of our daily lives. It rises from the hush of forests, the ripple of rivers, the soft tread of deer through morning…. May these words … remind you that life, in all its forms, is sacred. And that when we slow down and listen, the world speaks in poetry.”
Human folly is revealed when the poet says “Good Morning, World” “even though I am scared./ even though bombs fell over Ukraine,/ and over the Palestinians last night./ even though the dollar,/ isn’t enough anymore…./ even though the day that chases/ the light is uncertain,/ I say,// ‘good morning, world.’”
In “Revisiting A Vision,” the whole earth reels from human depredation. “Cook your favored meal./ Labor over every grain, dice, and stir./ Then, toss it on the dirt./ Watch the dust play in the flavor you cannot taste.// … This,/ is what climate change feels like/ when the matrix burns away.”
And yet there is “Each Day. A Celebration”: “Each and every cell of you,/ and of me,/ is life./ We will celebrate this.// … Learning to love,/ exposed and bare,/ choice given to surrender./ We will celebrate this.// Time given in breath,/ measured by memory,/ and this moment, right now./ We will celebrate this.”
Winter brings “Entanglement”: “Winter sky,/ I am in love with you./ As if,/ you are my lover.// Because,/ my lover is you,// The big chill of night air,/ I love./ Because, it reminds my skin to be alive// … Your washed skies,/ those are my lover’s eyes/ gazing at my day.”
Love requires “Optimism”: “Don’t tell me that the butterflies are dying,/ or that the sky rains weapons.// … Don’t tell me any of this./ Because I already know.// Now tell me,/ all of the ways you love the world,/ and all of the things you do to show it.”



