“In poet and artist Elena Botts’ new poetry
collection: epochs of morning light, we see a shimmering, variegated
new voice; we hear: “where the trees still talk to each other, and
winter feels like a song…” (from When I have died we will be here). We
feel the weather of her emotions; a contract with the ethereal and the
visceral, as when we stand within the short but large poem: blossoms
back to under the earth: “I felt your ghost move through me out past the
Baltic as though you had been in my heart the whole time.” In this
sensual canvas, beauty never suffers from loneliness, nor the sublime.
Each poem herein as Botts wanders memory and weaves tapestries of word
worlds, reveals a true and original voice in modern poetry: allowing
light to conquer darkness; darkness to defy the estate of the sun, and
colors mixed in ways only an artist of the pen could fathom…”
