Jeff Reed's latest collection of poems Season of Dragonflies gathers together poems written over the last decade and offers close encounters with finely distilled moments stretching through a season of significant change in both its welcome and unwelcome varieties. From the marriage of children to the death of his father, from the exhilaration and agony of spiritual faith to the long plodding nerve sustaining the twists and turns of everyday life, these poems offer a wide forage through fields of human becoming. Travel by car (which becomes its own metaphorical engine) from the ocean to the desert, from the majestic sandstone arches in Utah to the verdant woods of Western Washington. Meet beavers and butterflies, starlings and swans, holly and foxglove, and everywhere hear the wind in the trees. These poems are music in the mouth, accessible to the non-specialist. As fresh takes on the familiar, they offer a doorway to see and feel something alive nudging us toward joy. "Come, you arcane seekers of light, the sunset shadows behind every rock are ready to tell their stories."
Jeff Reed's latest collection of poems Season of Dragonflies gathers together poems written over the last decade and offers close encounters with finely distilled moments stretching through a season of significant change in both its welcome and unwelcome varieties. From the marriage of children to the death of his father, from the exhilaration and agony of spiritual faith to the long plodding nerve sustaining the twists and turns of everyday life, these poems offer a wide forage through fields of human becoming. Travel by car (which becomes its own metaphorical engine) from the ocean to the desert, from the majestic sandstone arches in Utah to the verdant woods of Western Washington. Meet beavers and butterflies, starlings and swans, holly and foxglove, and everywhere hear the wind in the trees. These poems are music in the mouth, accessible to the non-specialist. As fresh takes on the familiar, they offer a doorway to see and feel something alive nudging us toward joy. "Come, you arcane seekers of light, the sunset shadows behind every rock are ready to tell their stories."
