Old sylvan mythologies stir / nature does make theists of us all. Martha Readyoff states in "Meditations in October," as her words paint woody and rough / orange ruby amber blood and show us how amethyst mists cool the blushing hills. In poems such as "Fairy-flies," where wistful restless wonder tarries / in nightful fulsome flowered forests, we hear echoes of Gerard Manley Hopkins with gorgeous sounds and word play. Readyoff's poems connect the light and darkness of the actual seasons as they provoke, delight, and remind us of our own personal seasons, and our haunted hearts longing / always longing for magic. I find magic in Readyoff's poems, and thank her for the reminder to seek wonder in the littles of the world. -Sara Ingram, author of Sounds of House and Wood.