The Hands of Stars begins with the birth of the author’s son, Hyden, and traces the course of the poet’s imaginative life through seasons of innocence, sorrow, and great expectation.
The heather on the hillside—how wholly
it covers the ground with glory!
As if that cataract of mauve
were the breaking of the earth’s heart
What if I could spill sense
from the slim branch
I am holding in my hand?