Where Now Begins

These poems bear witness to the cycles of growth and decay that make up our lives. They are the work of a poet writing with an awareness of the seasonal circle closing, for the year and for herself. They are at once fearful, fragile and fearless in announcing 'For now, we have October.../ October, lined with gold.' They are also homages to the dead and the dying, and a reaching beyond the veil of the 'now' to a place where there is 'nothing but nothing'. At times