Death Song at Dawn makes new the classic theme of nature as a mirror of what lies both hidden and exposed in the human heart.

Days close to their winter origins
then open again, not like a flower
but a door, a cloud leaving the sky.

These poems rise from the depths of winter, the hope of spring, and all the little things by which we worry through yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

Each year the fragrance of lilacs
seems new to me, and each time,
breathing it in, I think of the man
Booth shot, and spring.

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