Elisabeth Hallett celebrates a creative resurgence in her fifties and revisits other seasons of poetry, from childhood's fresh senses to the rainy springtime of elusive love. Here are poems on the edge of dream, notes from the "psyche ward," and reflections on hot flashes and children growing up. Hallett's poetry takes the reader on a pleasing stroll, from sun-warmed Italian stones to Montana meadows. Poet Michael Petti has said: "Her graceful, elegant writing style continues to impress me. She has a spiritual signature that permeates her words."