The Bones of Winter Birds (Terrapin Poetry)

Like sunlight stroking the birds throats so it comes out as song Ann Fisher-Wirths graceful and sturdy lines unsettle the seemingly familiar. A writer of moral gravity her distilled attentiveness presses against our all-too-common ambivalence and detachment from the ordinary world. Whether set in Mississippi California the Ozarks or France the poems in The Bones of Winter Birdsexhibit an abundance of compassion and civility. As Fisher-Wirth praises laments lets go language salvages what might otherwise be missed. Its with attentiveness and emotional poise that these poems lay everything bare. Despite fear and everyday darkness I think we are provided for she reminds us a consolation for which I am grateful. This is a beautiful book. --Shara Lessley