Endorsements

“With playfulness and reverence, Joseph Carosella invites us to venture with him into the wonder of the outdoors. Strolling through the seasons with keen attention to detail and attentive listening, the rhyme and rhythm of his poetry reveals a deep intimacy with nature. The wind, the moon, the starlings are all close friends. Whether expressing humility before the wisdom of clouds or close observation of an inchworm, we are encouraged to slow down and reclaim our connection to the natural world so that we too can be ‘flushed, enthused, restored.’ These poems bring us to those moments of close encounter with the natural world when we discover what is most precious in life.”
—Suzanne Doerge, poet and author of Footfalls: Poems of the Camino

"Reading Joseph Carosella's poems, rich in nature and rhyme and abounding in sharp but tender observation, will remind readers of Robert Frost. Yet the poems, far more than merely Frosty, speak in an original voice. In them lurk cold and warmth, black and white and color, sadness and gladness.”
—Edward Kanze, author of The Nature of the Place: On the Flora and Fauna of the Adirondacks

“This collection of observations takes the reader through a year in the northern forest. Grounded in a sense of place and connected to the natural world, Joseph Carosella's work is reminiscent of Robert Frost and Mary Oliver, particularly seen in this excerpt from the title poem: ‘I'd love to see a wolf—but since / there are none here, let Rabbit be / the link between the wild and me.’”
—Melissa Hart, editor of Adirondack Explorer

“Falling snow, leaf-out, light and shadow, crisp apples—Joseph Carosella has a discerning sense for nature. Beyond that, though, he binds together the physical and the human: ‘We’ll coexist,’ he reminds us. His words transport us through a year of seasons—like us, ever-changing. Like the rabbit in his title piece, his poems hop attentively from place to place, seeking ‘the link between the wild and me.’ Read these poems, and you will seek the link between the wild and yourself.”
—Neal Burdick, writer and poetry editor for Adirondac Magazine