It was really a lot of fun to gather poems together into this book titled What the Alder Told Me. All the trees tell secrets around here, but an alder beside the pond told me so many things about writing poetry. Seriously, if an alder told you how to write a poem that branches like a tree, and changes dramatically and easily from season to season, wouldn't you listen, too? What if it was a rumor from the alder as told by a red dragonfly?
At least some of my poems follow the alder's guidelines. However, I'm more sarcastic than any alder has ever been. They are somber and sincere, but they sure love spring. I like to think they are honest, too.