Poetry of grief and hope by a Scottish makar. Rosemary Hector writes:

“These poems are a sad beautiful song of a long love lost. Henry Marsh charts a merciless examination of himself with nuances of intimacy and grief against a profound knowledge nature. The sea, sky, machair and woods, and all manner of bird and plant life are simply there, in the present tense, echoing his state of mind, reminding him and ultimately restoring him. These are poems that could break the heart. They remind us that the sweetest songs are often the saddest and that all of nature resonates with our human loss and possibility of hope, if only we know how to look.”