epochs of morning light: prose poems

�In poet and artist Elena Botts� new poetry collection: epochs of morning light, we see a shimmering, variegated new voice; we hear: �where the trees still talk to each other, and winter feels like a song...� (from When I have died we will be here). We feel the weather of her emotions; a contract with the ethereal and the visceral, as when we stand within the short but large poem: blossoms back to...