sweetgrass and thyme

Another little singing book from Joy McCall . . . --------------------- What then? What now? The rusted hasp from a gate that never closed again? The little bell that knows the sheep trod of a thousand moons? or this shrew skull that echoed with the mews of a wheeling buzzard? Life is, after all, a circling If I were to choose the shape of a thing, it would be a poem by her hand. (From the foreword by Claire Everett, Founder and Editor of Skylark Tanka Journal).