Wild Wood and Other Poems - Judy Young - Bog

There are places to walk in the wild wood, where ancient black walnut trees bow over a pleasant ridge road, and where the winter prelude to silent snows is as welcome a cover as the sod quilt of spring. Travel with these poems through hard times and sweet, a wind crow as your guide, where nostalgia is as thick as candle wax on your fingers as you turn these pages slowly.