Poignant, elegant and timely, Lizzie Fincham¿s acute senses and imagistic rhythms give us glimpses beneath the surface of life, to the deeper connections. And always, running through the beauty and the evocation of the natural world, are warnings: ¿The woods are turning to smoke¿; ¿As it always has, the bell tolls¿... The delicacy of the poetry belies the magnitude of the themes: the losses and the hope ¿ Contained in Ice contains ¿All the small stuff. All the big stuff.¿