counting on birds
In Sandy Stark’s delightful first collection she offers a wise and well-crafted grouping of poems framed by her keen observations of nature–not just an appreciation, but an understanding. The poems range from whimsical to poignant, from childhood memory to the pain of bereavement. Always, we are enriched by her fresh and original conjecture, as she links what she sees in the natural world to her own experiences, finding inspiration and renewal in the timeless rites of cranes, rivers, stars.
– Alice D’Alessio, A Blessing of Trees & Days We Are Given