Morning Song

Under and out from under the shadow of death Joanne Lehman writes ‘in the emptiness between one breath and the next.’ Her rural Ohio land-scape is animated with rough and mild weather, red wing blackbirds, hayfields, woodlands, and the sweet and sometimes too-tight lips and rhythms of sectarian life. These poems speak simply, and their mourning, memory, and healing are a balm for times when a little bit of quiet would do us all a world of good. This is a fine first book–as meditative, wise, and joyful as it is bound to local life on our turning earth. –Julia Kasdorf