he sun, SEASONS arrives in mesmerizing waves of observation and reflection. The blue depths of Adnan's inquiry--into the nature of Being, Time, knowledge itself--crest moment upon moment of quiet revelation, as the passions of history, myth, today, and yesterday rage and subside beneath her watchful eye. 'To think is not to contemplate, it's to witness.' So stanzas wash upon the page's horizon, ever moving toward the mind's encounters with the world. Intimate with ephemera, alert to what's hidden, SEASONS seeks the universe within and beyond the spirit's changeable weather, finding everywhere its center."--Megan Pruiett