Victoria Rose’s poetry opens the reader to places where “snow melts around dead roots,” where “bees flower in their flush” and “time becomes an answer rather than a question.” Before you open this collection, prepare yourself for romance that sits in “a ’36 coupe” and nostalgia of a floral bibbed apron hung back of a door. Victoria’s voice moves the reader through flocks of robins and crows and black-capped chickadees to visions of moonlight whose “magic unfolds liquid gold” and fingers of gold, barely visible.”

Mary E. O’Dell, author of A Dangerous Man, Poems for the Man Who weighs Light and Living in the Body.