Like "marks in thin graphic strokes," Beclee Wilson composes a moving suite of elegiac poems attuned to empty spaces, to love, to the passage of time, and to what endures. - Arthur Sze A sweetness runs through these quiet poems--sadness and the color of a garden, of a river rippling by, of oak leaves and tree lichen. Things that are true, that last, that pass away: "secrets too good to shout." - Norman Fischer Winter Fruit is a collection poems--intimate and accessible, deep and touched with a soft irony. Beclee Wilson places life experience, nature, and the writing of poetry under a magnifying glass and ponders what nourishes. There is a harvest to be gathered from these poems-- a way to wisdom and endurance made accessible by a wise woman. There are times words create impression a sort of permanence out of fragile existence...
